Through the Looking Glass

A little deviation today, It’s been a heck of a week for passing icons. Farrah, Ed, Michael…

“Mors certa, hora incerta” -  Death is certain…the hour is not. Remember readers, the passing of our childhoods; which is really whats going on here, can also be a time for contemplation. I would like to think that if Jacko were here, he’d want to see dancing, singing and laughter, not a morose sadding of the world.

I’ve written a little sign-off for Mr. Jackson. Enjoy…

Smooth Criminal

And the rains came and washed away

All our icons of yesterday                                                   

And we bade good night on that Summer day

Some laughed, some cried, but no one swayed

So tip your goblet to the sky

And say Good Bye, Say Good Bye.

 RIP MJ

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