In the stillness of a Monday morning, I pause in front of the stereo on the way to the loo. The house, rid of its other inhabitants, has taken on a mantle of calm and repose. The strains of The London Symphonic Orchestra playing The Rolling Stones fills up the space and acquires a special timbre. Outside, a squirrel, head cocked inquiringly, pauses mid stride to take in the situation. A Bee, freezes mid pollination, to place her bets with the bookie. In the light of such terribly exquisite temptation, would The Lord and my clients forgive me for deciding to take the day off and lounge around in my boxers? Will this moment of irresponsibility haunt me later as I wait at the Pearly Gates awaiting my final tally of indiscretions? Dont the Rolling Stone too deserve their due? Even if on a Monday morning? Angie, Angie When will those clouds all disappear? Angie, Angie Where will it lead us from here? With no lovin in our souls and no money in our coats You cant say were satisfied But Angie, Angie You cant say we never tried.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 04:54:51 +0000
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