"It's so early, so early in the morning
So early, so early in the morning...
And I've got you
And you've got me
And we'll have each other
And we don't, we don't want nothing but joy."
I love discovering songs of old. True soul. Just saying it all.
Totally unrelated: Today as I was jogging, I noticed the place where the opossum was laying dead the day before before was clean.
I thought, how sad, no one will ever know that opossum died except for whoever drove over it and me. No one will ever give it another thought. Then I thought, what if there are people out there without someone to give them a thought when they die?
Ok rather morbid for a morning jog. Sorry. So as I was walking back home, I thought again (I tend to do it alot) about that, then wrote a little song in my head for the dear opossum or dear person who is not remembered when they pass away.
It went something like Mr O. (for opossum) but first I started out as Mr. P (b/c that's the syllable you say...) anyways,
"Mr. O, you'll never know the hearts you stole. If it were me, I'd still plant a tree, for you. You're a keeper, a dreamer, a rather rambunctious feller and if no one will ever give you a thought again, Mr. O., Oh, you know I will."
Naturally the song left my head before I hit home but for that moment that was my shout out.
Love,
C
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