Hit Between the Eyes The fresh breeze and summer rain on the open window pane, drifts a soothing air upon the weathered mind. The sound of gentle fall outside and the Scorpions low on the stereo, Cold cider on reclined bed, gradually lifts the fog from my head, 101 questions cut by half; another pint will leave them behind. “See you all tomorrow, same place, another time”. The stereo by degrees the volume increased, something to savour; the negative deceased. Something to live for, something to gain, drink and the music have taken my brain. “Ready for the hit between the eyes” The Scorpions sing and the cider I think, have worked wonders for my mind, the wind and the rain blown cobwebs from my soul, my worries and problems for now, been dissolved. David Faulkner
Posted on: Mon, 01 Jul 2013 04:24:15 +0000
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