I meant to do my work today, but a bird sang

In an apple tree,

And a butterfly flitted across the field,

And all the leaves were calling me,

And the wind went sighing over the land,

Tossing the grasses to and fro,

And a rainbow held out its shiny hand —

So what could I do but laugh and go?

… written by Gary, husband of Faye, quote from Buddha In the Waiting Room


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