This Is Passover; again it'll pass all us over Masses motor story, unworried at the past So fast, can't last, so that's why we repeat that story, sorry if you find it boring; This Freedom, redone, we're playing the rerun It's said words weigh, though I'd say no way Paragraphs versus verses, sentenced them All to death; This Clever letter, hits maybe even better Play free on repeat; it won't skip a beat It's crazy the ways we these minutes, hours, days flee; see them, the end, only in passing; This. This. This is. This is my passage.
Shabbat & Pesach (Passover)
Dear friends, I am offline for two days until sunset on Sunday so I will be unable to respond to your comments until then. I’ll miss you 🙂