I was told there wold be no Dylan

I can't understand
She let go of my hand
An' left me here facing the wall
I'd sure like to know
Why she did go
But I can't get close to her at all
Though we kissed through the wild blazing nighttime
She said she would never forget
But now mornin's clear
It's like ain't here
She acts like we never have met.

It's all new to me
Like some mystery
It could even be like a myth
But it's hard to think on
That she's the same one
That last night I was with
From darkness, dreams're deserted
Am I still dreamin' yet ?
I wish she'd unlock
Her voice once and talk
'Stead of acting like we never have met.

I.R.S. retraining center

A link on Insty set me off. A story about tea party looking for justice after Lois Lerner retirement. Talk about immunity for testimony. That's what did it. The link goes to Fox.
Ugh.

Maybe I had just avoid Insty for blood pressure control. But boy, this sure did go fast. I saw it instantly and it made itself just as fast. Fastest therapy ever, and I mean it.

To make your own therapeutic I.R.S. Retraining Center you must go to office supply and ask for a ream of card stock. It is ordinary copy paper that is thicker than normal so not a full ream and it suits our needs nicely.