REMEMBER THESE?… NO MATTER WHAT THEIR MANUFACTURERS LABELED THEM AS (I.E. KLICK-KLACK BALLS, CLACKER BALLS OR JUST PLAIN CLACKERS), WE OFTEN CALLED THEM CRACKER BALLS. THEY WERE HEAVY GLASS BALLS THAT YOU ENDED UP CRACKING YOURSELF ON THE WRISTS OR THE HEAD WITH. OUCH! AND THEY CAME IN HANDY AS BROTHER-BEATERS. 😉 HONESTLY, THEY WERE GREAT STRESS RELIEVERS AND I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT GETTING A PAIR FROM EBAY OR AMAZON TO HELP RELIEVE STRESS. I ALSO THOUGHT THEY MIGHT COME IN HANDY AS AN AID TO FOCUS ON MY WRITING…WHEN TOYING WITH IDEAS.
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close like brothers
The future’s in the air
Can feel it everywhere
I’m blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/scorpions-wind-of-change-lyrics.html ]
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change
WANDA PARYLA 
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