Change hurts.
When that door closes it often closes on your finger, punctures your heart,
crushes your dreams.
We wait.
We grieve and then we move on.
And another door opens.
Change
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Buzzy Donahue
I grew up in San Francisco in the 60's. I lived in a world of sex, drugs and rock and roll. After a long stretch working on my tan I have joyfully found my way back to radio. Because you can't fight it; when it's in your blood. I play music on KPTZ.org. View all posts by Buzzy Donahue
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