Million Dollar Baby BluesBaby, if I had a matchstickfor every time we fight,I would have a lot of matchesbut I would not have a light.Baby, you make me so happy,and then you bring me down.I feel just like a king, babe,and then you hide my crown.I used to have a book, babe,where I could read about myself.I could not find you in there,so I keep it on the shelf.If I had a million dollarsI would give it all to you.If you loaned some back to me, babe,I would pay you interest too.Baby, let's go to the country,we can ride our ponies there.You can ride my mellow stallion,I will ride your golden mare.Far get away from all the troublesthat make this c
The Trees' GiftsYou may take the trees as a hiding place.Place yourself among the trees when youare angry or sad or in need of solitude. The place is freely entered and freely left.The trees have life but have no thoughtsand no feelings. This is one of their gifts.You may take a novel as a hiding place.Find yourself inside a story, as freelyentered and left as a place among trees. The novel may be a printed book, its paper from trees become pulp. This is another of their gifts.Or you may read a novel on a screen. Then the trees themselves are hidden,precursors of the digital page.Not to be needed is their last gift. Angry or sad or in nee
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