thanks Chris, I shall forward this to him, you never know

peace
laurie

Leonard Cohen Moves into Our Neighborhood I see you walking past my porch where surrounded by an iced latte and a pile of dead poet’s papers, I nail another beak of sugar skulls to the wooden crossbows of logs. Squirrels nibble at me like I am a shrine as I hang piñatas and feathered masks, garish p...