My Cardboard Balcony

Down In The Valley by Belinda Roddie Down in the valley, we drink red wine, waiting for the rally to end. With a sigh, we'll lie on our backs and blow smoke out our stacks, and we'll reminisce over a "much better time." That "much better time" was when weather was calmer, and eating sweet treats made us all a bit fonder. We chewed on fresh fruit and wore comfortable boots as we trod through the fields with the rest of the farmers. I'm waxing nostalgic, but my illusion never shatters. The Zinfandel's warping my silly gray matter. I'll wrap my arms around you twice - then you'll scatter. You're nothing but leaves - I'm as mad as the Hatter.

- I found the food to be overly abundant at the party, honestly, quipped Anastasia. She gripped the armrest of her chair with one hand, and she drank tea from a large mug with the other. - Bread, cheese, meat, all sorts of greens... - Well, there had to be something for everybody. - All I'm saying is that it made my stomach turn quite a bit. That's all. I had just never seen so much.