Wednesday, November 12, 2014


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


Dear Concerned,

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

Office Manager

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