Tuesday, November 25, 2014

It's T.R. Miller Time!


Monday, November 24, 2014

It's T.R. Miller Time!


Friday, November 14, 2014

READER MAIL!














Dear Reglar Wiglar,

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band
Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand
And now she's in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street
Handing tickets out for God
Turning back she just laughs
The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand
In the auditorium
Looking on she sings the songs
The words she knows the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real
Lying here with no one near
Only you and you can hear me
When I say softly slowly

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today

Signed,

Rocket Man

Dear Rocket Man,

Your concerns have been noted. Thank you for writing. Please stay in touch. 


Office Manager

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

READER MAIL!














Dear Reglar Wiglar,

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin' you
Can hurt you somehow
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy 
She'll beat you if she's able 
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
Now it seems to me, some fine things 
Have been laid upon your table 
But you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger 
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home 
And freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin' 
Your prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? 
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine 
It's hard to tell the night time from the day 
You're losin' all your highs and lows 
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? 
Come down from your fences, open the gate 
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you 
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late

Signed,
Concerned

Dear Concerned,

I read you loud and clear, buddy. Thanks for writing!


Office Manager