Tuesday, April 8, 2008

when I grow too old to dream

so, so many quiet days and nights in worthing i felt compelled to write to dispel fears amongst my rabid readers that i might have ceased to exist. no –

i'm feelin' glad all over
yes i'm-a glad all over
baby i'm glad all over
so glad you're mine*

is anyone glad anymore? i’m glad you asked. i’d rather be glad than sad, wouldn’t you?

*dave clark five. no. 1 january 1964. i was glad then but i’m gladder now.