p.s. rogue, seemed an appropriate time to play my Bob Dylan "Blood on the Tracks" CD...his voice is so much sweeter than that other Bob you read and they say the same things....
"I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
lol
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