Brainsalad
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I'm a middle aged government attorney living in a rural section of the northeast U.S. I'm unmarried and come from a very large family. When not preoccupied with family and my job, I read enormous amounts, toy with evolutionary theory, and scratch various parts on my body.

This journal is filled with an enormous number of half-truths and outright lies, including this sentence.

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Stuck in my head.

I have the chorus to a song stuck in my head this morning. It's kind of pretty. It goes like this:

Don't you hear me call, though you're many years away.
Don't you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand,
till the day I take your hand
in the land that our grandfather knew.


I don't remember the rest of the song. It is probably a Kingston trio song and I would have last heard it before I was five. They used to be my mother and father's favorite group. I should remember that and get one or both of them a CD for parents' days.

Oops. Back home now. It's a Queen song. Got the lyrics mostly right though. Should be "grandchildren" not "grandfathers"


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