Happy 1st Day Of September Tattoo Tuesday "Wear Your Art On Your Skin, And Your Story On Your Soul" Greetings My Dear Friend, If Your Body Is Your Temple, Then Tattoo's Are It's Stained Glass Windows... New Month... New Day... Enjoy It Your Way... Always Loves And Hugs, XXOO ~WW~ {Sue}
Good Tuesday Morning, Wishing you the best day ever ,,,, Joel 2:32 KJV - And it shell come to pass, that whosoever shell call on the name of the Lord shell be delivered: for in mount Zion and in Jerusalem shell be deliverance, as the Lord hath said, and in the remnant whom the Lord shall call. .... I hope you have the best of days, May the Lord God keep you safe held in His hand this day ....
Evening was a beautiful day., for the last day of August
went bowling with the senior center., still a low score i keep twisting my wrist.., I don't like big ball., used to candle pin.. then we all went to lunch. hope you had a great day see you in the morning. Happy September
1929, Annette Hanshaw, Daddy Won't You Please Come Home, Am I Blue, HD 78rpm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CITQeWPYp0I
LYRICS
When night is creepin' And I should be sleepin' in bed If you were peepin' You'd find that I'm weepin' instead
My lovin' daddy left his baby again Said he'd come back, but he forgot to say when Night after night, I'm cryin' Daddy, won't you please come home? Daddy, won't you please come home? I'm so lonesome
No one can fill that vacant chair Home isn't home when you're not there No need to knock, the door is open for you Please, daddy
Even the clock keeps tickin' Daddy, won't you please come home? Daddy, do you have to roam so very long? There's lots of other new sheiks who would like to be sheikin' Haven't slipped yet, but I'm liable to weaken Daddy, daddy, won't you please come home?
Please, daddy Even the clock keeps tickin' Daddy, won't you please come home? Daddy, do you have to roam so very long? There's lots of other new sheiks who would like to be sheikin' Haven't slipped yet, but I'm liable to weaken Daddy, daddy, won't you please come home? "That's All"
Brief expressions portray butterfies as silent whispers of the soul,
