This is what the sky looks like as I lie on my bed and sing "I felt a rush like a rollin' ball of thunder, spinnin' my head around and takin' my body under, what a night" and understand those words and that feeling even though it's well past December 1963 because the sun refuses to hide and my winter jacket will be left at home on Wednesday and a message came when I was beginning to feel my most vulnerable.
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