This is how I feel, mostly not about the whole editor's pick thing, but because Kerry ignores me.  I've sent flowers and cards.  I burned a CD for him of our songs.  I've called him, and a suspicious person answers. "Who is this?"  I ask.

"Who is this?" suspicious person replies.

"Don't play games with me!" I raise my voice.  "I'm not the crazy one!"

"It's three o'clock in the morning!" s.p. yells.

And, you know, it sounds a lot like Trig.

So, here is my song.  I had only hoped that since I have an eye and he has an eye (don't believe those two-eyed pictures) that we could get together and join the air force or maybe share glasses.

So, here is the song. 

(You know with a name like Skeeter,  this woman is a force to be reckoned with.  There is an ESSENTIAL Skeeter Davis collection, mind you.)

Enjoy!  And Kerry, I hope this brings a tear to your eye!