in like a cowardly lion

This tree always blooms -

And I always go on vacation

(In the merry month of March)

And I always wish not to go

(But I'm always glad I did)

 - Clicking my "heals" together -

How I pass the time of day

when I try to keep from being anxious.

The dreaded HandaSoreAss Rex!

(Ruuunnnn awaaaaaaay!)

I could while away the hours 

Conferrin' with the flowers

Consultin' with the rain.....

Something something something.....

If I only had a brain!

Or a heart. Or courage. 

Or a home. (Toto?)

♬♪♫♪

So once a year I leave the Land Of Poppies (Hospice)

and go to the (modern day) Emerald City  - L.A!

I am not in Kansas any more for sure!

Like any Journey -

it's all about the first few steps. (Just shoot me)

The bell is *always* out of order.

Better learn to knock.

Loud! 

..................................................

I have really great life-changing things going on -

And I instead, worry about insane things -

that I can't control.

Just lost in a Vortex.

As usual. *sigh*

Shiver-ingly Yours,

Anne H