I just popped up to say "Howdy." It's lonesome being housebound. Is there someone out there who likes fuzzy hair, and would like to just…you know...come around? (seen at The Ark)
Sometimes you don't know what you're seeing, some things just don't look the same, so get a new view, its up to you, if you want to keep playing this game.
Now here's the last word in a motor machine, and it may look real snazzy to you; but how do you know which way it should go, and what it's supposed to do?
I'm glad I was given a violin, it gives me a sense of style; but it does seem to me that better would be a lovely long necked bass viol. (art by Turow)
What is it about a daisy that makes us start playing "she loves you"; though there may be no chance in this daisy romance, - she may not even know of you.
If you simply can't wait 'til you're driving a car, and you're constantly nagging your daddy; just keep bugging him, maybe someday you'll win and he'll give you your very own Caddy.
If you find yourself lost in the jungle, and want to get home to your mother, I think I would say this is not a good way, and suggest you look 'round for another.
It's good to see China's enjoying our goods, and I'm awed how it's all stashed aboard; but it's hard to believe it can go through those seas without losing it all overboard.
When you're bigger than all that surrounds you, you capture all eyes cuz you're tall; and yet there's a flair, and a dignity there, that sets an example for all.
I look for world news in the papers these days, but it's all about killings and caskets; so I roll up my sleeves and keep turning leaves, then the chatter is all about baskets.
Did you ever see such a fellow? That profile is surely unique; and that look in his eyes, how'd he get that wise, do you think wisdom comes with a beak?
It must be sad if you're feeling so bad that you measure the day by its pain. Could we not say how we valued the day and would like to repeat it again?
They say when this lad takes leave of our world he'll return as a butterfly; so can't we project that we, too, can expect to find a new life when we die?
My friend, let me give you a warning: when you're traveling down the street. you may still sing your song while you're marching along, but watch where you put your feet!
I witnessed in awe this afternoon an achievement that left me quite lyrical: that a mere human bein' backed that monster machine 'round a corner, was simply a miracle!
Watching the leaves as they drop from their trees suggests that, despite what we're told, their patterns will show that you still can grow more interesting as you get old.
No wonder we're drawn to this classical scene, its been there, if we can believe , long before me and you, as part of the brew, before even a bug was conceived!