Far away places call to me
Far away dreams seem real to me
Though I cannot go there or touch them,
I can feel their rushing waters
Flowing through me
Becoming a part of me
Beckoning ...
Michael Traveler
Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
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1 Frog1 Crayfish
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