I go to sleep and it never rains
My dog predicts hurricanes
She can smell a storm a mile away
That's all the news we have today
The lonesome friends of science say
The world will end most any day
I got myhands full between doctors appointments
the bleasings of longevity and forlorne rags of old age
I have not rode my bike in months
I have not read a book in a year
I don't trust my balance
another beautiful October day and the only things that keep me hanging on are / white socks. hillbilly music. and studio eight.