Glass is falling

(Peter Lastima)

There is something fascinating and compelling about strong characters. Here is a song about just such a one. Although it may be that in this case that strength of character is turning out to be a bit too much of a good thing,

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Broken china on the lawn, Red sky splashed across the dawn, Storm’s a coming and I can see It’s coming to a venue right near me, Chorus: The glass is falling, true to form, She’s down in the kitchen cooking up a storm, Give me shelter, don’t delay, She’s cooking up a storm and it’s coming my way. Once upon a time it made me glad I loved to see her hopping mad, But now her fury’s weapons-class And I’m paying too much for the broken glass Chorus Spit and spatchcock, sear and stew, She’s boiling up her witch’s brew A little bit of bubble and an awful lot of pique, Served up promptly, seven days a week Chorus I used XX XXXX XXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXXXXX XX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXXX XXX X XXXXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXX XXXXXXXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXXXX XXXX XX XXXX XXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXXX XXX XXXX XXX XXXXX XXX XXXXX XXXXX XXXXXXX X XXXXX XXXX XXX XXXX XXXXX X XXXXXX XXXXXX

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