That gentle rain again, so I sat on the Balcony. Away from rain and listened again to the music from the drain gutters. If you be still you can actually hear music. Again the wind blew on me and I gave in and here I am writing inside. Friday seems to come around fast. Another week has passed. Do you know what Friday means to many out here? Why of course Fried Catfish. I like it baked. But you would think it is special with Hush Puppies. French fries too. Don't forget the ketchup and tartar Sauce. I don't have it because fried foods do not like me.
What else can I find to do? Come on over and we will find out. No just sit and look at the rain and listen to the songs it plays.
BETTY (the dreamer) BOOP
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