Eleven o’clock.
It’s another strange kind of day to me, and I didn’t sleep well during the night because of my financial worries. I just hang on and hope that things get better around the world.
And the strong seem to get more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade
Mama may have
And Papa may have
God bless the child that’s got his own
That’s got his own
robgradens 
I haven’t heard that song in years. I always liked it.
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