"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands..."
--I Thessalonians 4:11
A cottage small is all I'm after
Not one that's spacious and wide
A house that rings with joy and laughter
And the ones you love inside
Some like the high road
I like the low road
Free from the care and strife
Sounds corny and seedy but yes, indeed-y
Give me the simple life
It seems as if life consists of careening from one urgent need to the next. It's getting old. And so am I.
More tomorrow. I can't stop yawning tonight.
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