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Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it - New York, New York
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it - New York,
New York
I wanna wake up in a city, that doesn’t sleep
And find I’m king of the hill - top of the heap
These little town blues, are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it - in old New
York
If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you - New York, New York
New york, New York
I want to wake up in a city, that never sleeps
And find I’m a number one top of the list, king
of the hill
A number one
These little town blues, are melting away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it - in old
New York
And if I can make it there, I’m gonna make it
anywhere
It up to you - New York New York
New York...
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I know... I know!
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Something is going on!
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Three French hens or Chinese duck for supper... I'm not really sure... he is very theatrical you know.
I am left with nothing -- my soul, my heart -- it's just plain gone after a year (or two ) of anguish...
ReplyDeleteLord, when?
Are you referring to Fr. Z which is in NYC right now?
ReplyDeleteWhen cassocks go wrong...
ReplyDeleteSeriously, that looks like movie theater curtains.
Epicureanism is still a heresy, incidentally.
Fr. G - It seems he's been there quite often of late - so I'm just speculating he could have a new career in media - just for fun of course.
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ReplyDeleteYuck!
I spent enough time in the Northeast to cure me of any kind of "attachment"...thank God for His mercy!
Give me the Midwest any day.
Yeah, I live in the midst of the "white trailer trash" and the "neanderthals"...but there are some spots of "light"....I grew up here (in the Midwest) and will forever thank God that I am called to be here (even if I sometimes am, well, sigh, disgusted!).
Our monastic cappas are nowhere near as impressive as this Padre's...white, as little fabric as possible, sometimes dingy.
It's okay, though.
Fr Patton, calling Fr Patton!!
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