"Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain,
Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies.
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high."
Speaking of which.
Don't bogart that mouse, Lucy
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
At some point on most days, I have a moment where something triggers a memory of my mother, who passed away several years ago in 2017. The m...
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