Monday, November 13, 2023

Words Are Pouring Out...

The older I live to be the more often I need a decoder ring. 

I'm not the only one; here's one of my heroes trying to sort things out.   

Mark Twain died for someone's sins, but not mine, Lord.
-bill kenny

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