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when the moon hit your like a big i don't know pizza pie maybe
then will your true love be so conceived and so dedicated that
it really doesn't matter if you eat a peach or wear the bottoms
of your trousers rolled and while i'm on a roll let me say that
you say tomato and i say tomahto and as if that weren't enough
there are mysterious rays from outer space impinging upon my
garden and turning the carrots rotten as they sit in the
ground.
however
i believe that the solution to this and other problems that
plague mankind is to be found in the simple acceptance of
beliefs that were once heard in the halls of congress but no
more no no nevermore quoth the reagan and that fixed things
for sure put us all in a pretty fix yes indeedy dooty they
did their duty and marched to the tune of a ditzy drummer
but of course that wasn't cheap god knows it cost an arm and
a leg and even a bit more ha ha
in conclusion
i know you don't care diddley what grover cleveland or even
grover the martian who hides in my garage has to say about
this but at least maybe just maybe you'll stand tall and
be proud and say with one mighty voice let's hear it for the
man who sat in the doorway counting horses as they galloped
past on their way to the inevitable glue factory in the sky
and came to the conclusion that he'd seen just as many as
had been seen by him
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Tigger is bouncy, warm, and fuzzy in the outside, but suffers from kidney stones on the inside.
As it should be. Nothing worse than those external kidney stones.....
I can only wish that things were so good. The invisible dragon in my garage closed the door tight when he was cold last night, then forgot and fell asleep. He died of carbon monoxide poisoning. The kids are *way* too young to deal with Puff's senseless, tragic death.
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