Savannah Fare You Well
By Hugh Prestwood
There is something in the wind tonight
Some kind of change of weather
Somewhere some devil’s mixing fire and ice
together
I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon
is one the rise
Black as a crow’s feather
Now I could stay another day or two
But what’s the use of stalling
Deep in the winter even holdout leaves
start fallin’
Lately every night above the declarations
of our love
I hear the road callin’
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This weekend when I was goofing around I began to speak in a commanding voice, declaring with mock seriousness that I would do something ordinary like take the trash out.
“You’re missing your training,” Kelly observed with a smile. “You need a class to teach.”
She was right. I hadn’t had any real “showtime” since my last job, where I would do a demo almost every day or conduct training once a month. While I don’t miss doing demos, I do miss being in front of a crowd and performing.
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