It was a rainy night
We took a taxi to your mother’s home
She went to Florida and left you
With your father’s gun, alone
Upon her small white bed
I fell into a dream
You sat up all the night and watched me
To see, who in the world I might be.
~~Rainy Night House – Joni Mitchell
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Life is mostly froth and bubble, Two things stand like stone, Kindness in another’s trouble, Courage in your own.
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