lament This is my grave of destiny here must I ever lie.The path I’ve trod through all my life has ended so let me die.All my life I’ve wondered just when my turn would come.And with a very honest hope my destiny is wonBut if I’ve won no one will knowAnd all should wonder whyA man as good and kind as I should really have to die.
promoman but the money that is spared on my memory suppresses my memory in posterity, and that which I fail to achieve in my life for my memory will not be made good by you or any other after my death—Maximilian I
Anthem The birds they sangAt the break of dayStart againI heard them sayDon’t dwell on whatHas passed awayOr what is yet to be.Ah the wars they willBe fought againThe holy doveShe will be caught againBought and soldAnd bought againThe dove is never free.Ring the bells that still can ringForget your perfect offeringThere is a crack a crack in everythingThat’s how the light gets in. —Leonard Cohen
Frosty Morn Calling on the Gadsden County north Florida people… What was Frosty Morn? Did it go out of business? When and why?