and i am back here as the sun decends and I have some vod and juice and am listening to joni and james and paul and ray and van and elton and rickie lee and reminds me of summers past and hopefully summers ahead who knows ... alone in the house on my dance floor - a lucky man - and i pretend/imagine as I grab a door knob and dance again with my dancing fool dame carole and feeling fine that we're young and have nothing much and its all we need and want. its so hard not to feel cheesey grateful and as I've often and already said ... lucky ... with more and more people slipping over at a faster pace and still its not my turn so far yet.
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