Published by

K Mark Schofer

Play a tacky playlist from 1974 with these lyrics that had a certain a sticky sweet feel to it. I hurt my brain.

Billy, don’t be a hero, don’t be a fool with your life
Billy, don’t be a hero, come back and make me your wife

The need inside you, I see it showin’
Whoa, the seed inside ya, baby, do you feel it growin’?
Are you happy you know it?

Cause I’m a picker
I’m a grinner
I’m a lover
And I’m a sinner

I heard my mama cry
I heard her pray the night Chicago died

I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I’ve found, ever since you’ve been around
Your love’s put me at the top of the world

Hello,

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.