All Things: So long, and thanks for alll the fish Thread.

I just sit wondering what kind of subhuman left 2 4 week old kittens in a box behind a dumpster behind my sisters apartment complex in 90+ weather. They were lucky someone there found them and got them to my sister who got them to me and will now have a safe place with a foster parent I was able to place them with.

 
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Whenever I get to feel this way
Hard to find new words to say
I think about the bad old days
We used to know

Nights of winter turn me cold
Fears of dying, getting old
We ran the race, the race was won
By running slowly

Could be soon we'll cease to sound
Slowly upstairs, faster down
Then to revisit stony grounds
We used to know

With every morning shilling spent
Made no sense to leave the bed
The bad old days, they came and went
Giving way to fruitful years

[Guitar solo]

Saving up the birds in hand
While in the bush the others land
Take what we can before the man
Says it's time to go


Each to his own way, I'll go mine
Best of luck with what you find
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know
 
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In days of peace
Sweet smelling summer nights
Of wine and song
Dusty pavements, burning feet
Why am I crying, I want to know
How can I smile and make it right
For sixty days and eighty nights
And not give in and lose the fight

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me
Then it probably will

I won't go down
Acting the same old play
Give sixty days for just one night
Don't think I'd make it, but then I might

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me
Then it probably will
 
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