There once was a singer named Jim
No-one could sing better'n him.
He and Greg had a band,
That was the best in the land
And he sang
With great vigour
And vim.
All the best in the year ahead Jim. Happy Birthday.

"Over straight and crooked miles
Falling out of favour or embraced
Wondering where was love...
It hadn't happened yet"
~Ron Sexsmith~
Nearest to all things
Patiently waiting
So let the angels sing
Silently weeping