Many folks think they know their place.
Then, it turns out that their “place”
has “changed” and they see the
pony they just road in on &
know bloody well that the
same hoss ain’t going to
get them out unless we
attract those favorable gusts and
enough billowing breezes to fills everyone’s sails.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Awww.
Dear hls,
yes, I am writing shite in code.
but its to myself y’all.
I’m no turrett.
Dang, der I go agin.