The Blues

....listening to a song on the radio:

"Bluu-u-ues, why do you come to me-e-ee-e...
Bluu-u-ues, why are you haunting me.....'

....and I haf'ta wonder. Why?

Why is it that I feel so blue, sometimes? Phases of the moon? Body chemistry? Empathy?
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Whatever it may be, there it is.
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So I call my dog, and he runs to me. He sits and looks into my eyes, waiting. I pet him, and he smiles.
That smile is worth a million dollars.
:-)