Daily Archives: February 13, 2019

Things Going Swimmingly — and NOT


Morning spent inside a barrel With commands of, ’Do not move!’ Clad in rather scant apparel The occasion to improve, Has but little to commend it I can bring into my mind, And I rather would forefend it Even though … Continue reading

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