
flying off like an old seagull blazed in a storm wind the old year disapears leaves nothing but memories of our ups and downs our crashing in the time's ever forward moving windshield left knocked down on the road should we stay down or rise like a bird Phoenix dust off, spread dishevelled wings turn to the winds and soar soar in the bright lights of the oncoming future
Hope 2023 will be a good year but, to quote a Nobel Prize winner, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. Ha de Gött!




















