THIS IS THE HOUSE WE and our D -503 BUILT
and this is what confused it all.
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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12 comments:
Happy birthday Zola and 60 is OK.
No fearful symmetry in those windows at Chateau Zola. And do I spy the Walrus and the Carpenter weeping like anything to see such quantities of sand?
If it is your birthday, Zola, have a very happy one indeed, and many more of them. Just wait until you are my age!
It is not my birthday.
It is the 60th year for 1984 and June was the month.
Happy birthday d-503 and a certain gentleman from Southwold.
Thanks for the birthday greetings anyway hope my obit is not coming next.
It's always best to be on the safe side: write your own!
It's my birthday on Friday, if that helps.
If it helps whom?
If that allows for the greater good, obviously.
(Put my fingers down my throat at the same time as you did, dear Grumpy)
No deep throats here please.
Just tickle me feet that will be ok.
What you need, Zola, is that dear old turtle who so tickles your fancy.
Happy Birthday Merkin.
Echoed. And don't forget to contribute to the greater good during the coming year.
Birthday?
Aha, that's what it was.
Missed it all.
What day is today?
What day was yesterday?
What planet are we invading?
A three day bender punctuated by a few musical sessions.
That is what birthdays are about.
Almost back to serious serial bizness.
(I did say 'almost')
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