Pure 20/20 hindsight. And God is in the details.
Alpha and Omega all in a row, domino theorists barking at the moon.
Make sense of this. Tummies growl.
The auditorium empties for the next show.
"Kid - Can ya dance?" As fast as you can. And get your feet off of my skirt; you're feet stink.
Assume the position. Fill a position - get a job. All work and no play. Hardly.
Washington's birthday. Gimme a dollar.
No comments:
Post a Comment