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Cuppa’ Joe Simonsky – in Vancouver

Well, it’s Sunday Morning my friends in Haliburton.

Cuppa’ Joe is off to Stanley Park. And then Burrard Inlet to grab a cappucino and some Blues. Sunday Blues on the wharf.

Watching the ships and boats go by.

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I'm having cappuccino at Stacey's on Granville and this is what I saw on the way. Sunny! Yes we do get sun in these here parts. Photo by Cuppa Joe Simonsky! Dammit!

Have a great Sunday everyone from your very own Cuppa Joe.

By the way. Just watching the Last Waltz. Neil Young just came on.

He started the harp intro to Helpless.

And I now have goosebumps right up and down my arm,s legs and spine.

Neil Young y’all.

There is a town in north Ontario,

With dream comfort memory to spare,

And in my mind I still need a place to go,

All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise,

Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes.

Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless Baby can you hear me now?

The chains are locked and tied across the door, Baby, sing with me somehow.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars, Yellow moon on the rise,

Big birds flying across the sky, Throwing shadows on our eyes. Leave us Helpless, helpless, helpless.


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