I awoke yesterday, picked up the paper and perused the adverts, looking all the time like a general in the army. If I'd looked in the mirror I'd have given up, but I didn't, I kept on marching. MARCHING, MARCHING, MARCHING into April Fools.
Go Dawgs!!
Diamonds and rust; I'll try to deflate slowly.
Sometimes it was Russia, sometimes it was Poland. I heard Yiddish when I was young, but have forgotten what it all means.
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