Most days. I’m in love. With life. That makes me feel good. I
take an occasional break from my usual loving rapture. Maybe for four or five days a year. In order
to feel a bit morose. And out of love. That’s probably good. For me. Reminds me.
To get on my favorite track again. Because I love being in love. Believe it or
not. That rubs a few people the wrong way. Makes me wonder. If they’re jealous.
But hey, folks. Love comes easy for me. I’m a natural born lover. --Jim Broede
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