What a time, a bit of time, we have when we see the time we had
There something long and loose about this day, the import, the pinto, an aftermath of years, a memory of a moment we all share.
This is not about that.
This is ratings, as though jocund jokes could dream, so do we toward an anything of desire, want and need
Pin-up or prince, kids or a boat?
These are the ratings of tragedy and contentment
Frank Sauce
- By Jeffrey Bershaw
- from Portland, OR
- I'll try to write as little as possible. I'm a little man with high hopes, pipe dreams and little machines inside that keep me writing.
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