Harp!
What like through wander lentil brakes?
Tis July Yet, and the east be the son.
Uh…a rope by any other mane…alas, pure Warwick – I newt him well…
Out out, dam snot!!
You can’t handle the troop!
Too cheep, perchance to clean…
After years of often daily attempts at humour and virtually any stray thought I could snare on my keyboard, I'm changing the name of this space from Such Is Life, to May I Present:. That should still allow me to post on a wide variety of topics, but steer the focus for readers to my most common writing efforts now, on Folk, Roots, Blues & Americana music! Check out my entertainment writing site @ http://danstyves.com/
2 comments:
No folks, there aren't any words...there aren't any words..
sigh........
Now, get your butt to bed Mr. That Dan Guy! Seriously. Maybe those crazy-ass sheep or frogs can cure your reedonkilessness "shakespeare in the wee hours of the night" moment of unclarity!
Who's "shakespeare" - a javelin launcher with Parkinson's?
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