Sunday, September 17, 2006
Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam,
And admit that the waters Around you have grown,
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone,
For the times they are a-changin'.
Posted by quiet storm at 7:20 PM