The late Mel Torme, back before he croaked, sang that there's a Broken heart for every light on Broadway. As I will not be outdone by any one nicknamed “The Velvet Fog,” let me croon about my developing a headache for every broken light at my house.
Ooh, the colors of Hell ARE pretty … when lit.
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