Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
My first thought was of a precipice and that is exactly where we sit as a nation. Too many evil happenings going on against our Republic, most from within (Judas be us) and the populace has no idea. The impact of “bought” elections has come home. The fog (our future as a nation) in the picture is very appropriate. We “were” Blessed. I believe we have allowed the pablum pokers in the pulpits to aide and abet in pissing away that Blessing.
I should have added this.
The U.S. only has about 43 days of an emergency buffer of crude oil left — a 45-year low as President Donald Trump continues to wage war against Iran, throwing global markets into chaos
Joe,This is one powerful message you have posted.
Warrior On The Edge Of Time
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8qI_emsnzM