Random Thoughts XXVI

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When I was four years old, I watched my mother kill a spider with a tea coozy. Years later, I realized it was not a spider, it was my uncle Harold
 
My Shangri-La beneath the summer moon, I will return again
sure as the dust that blows high in June
when movin' through Kashmir
 
lol didn't even read your post. I just saw Shangri-La. Didn't realize you were quoting the song, so my second part of my post is pretty silly.
 
or a great Three Dog Night Song

Wash away my troubles, wash away my pain
With the rain in Shambala
Wash away my sorrows, wash away my shame
With the rain in Shambala
 
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