[BBell]

Of course she's a loon. She's chronically lonely.

Eleanor Rigby,

picks up the rice In the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window,

wearing the face That she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for

All the lonely people

Where do they all come from?

[BBell]

The dog I mean. (I actually mean I misread the article)