... and the Easter bunny has returned to his burrow, without seeing the groundhog shadow, to lay chocolate Easter eggs to hatch next April.
Now it is next Sunday, and I will go to a church of my wife's choosing and give what I have to offer because I am something close enough to call Xtian. I'll offer a smile, a silent tongue, and a contrite heart bent on forgiving myself and others for being so tragically human.
Regarding Jesus and all that, here's a song for Him and whatever He was about. Love ya, J.C.:
Tobacco Road
I was born in a bunk
Mama died and my daddy got drunk
Left me here to die or grow
In the middle of Tobacco Road
Grew up in a rusty shack
All I had was hangin' on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road
All I had was hangin' on my back
Only you know how I loathe
This place called Tobacco Road
But it's home, the only life I ever known
Only you know how I loathe
Tobacco Road
Gonna leave, get a job
With the help and the grace from above
Save some money, get rich and old
Bring it back to Tobacco Road
Bring dynamite and a crane
Blow it up, start all over again
Build me a town, be proud to show
Give it the name Tobacco Road
But it's home, the only life I ever known
I despise you 'cause yer filthy
But I love you 'cause yer home
Songwriter: John D. Loudermilk
Tobacco Road lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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