And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed
And so it was later
When the miller told this tale
He said that her face at first just ghostly
And then turned a whiter shade of pale
Songwriters: Keith Reid / Gary Brooker
I want to talk about two things today, subjects unrelated other than in the title:
PM Luxon grows a pinker shade of Gammon over the gap between his target and police numbers. The glaring difference between rhetoric and reality.
The never-ending fight for the Holy Land and the targeting of women, children, and the poor. Will things ever change?
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