she's a woman
you know my name look up the number
i am the walrus
while my guitar gently weeps
don't pass me by
ummmm...OOPS !! heh-heh....*carnival
( not city
: thanks, ef...brain fart, i'm sure
) of light........ *
the H slips
and gets called on the rug by herr meister EF...and....deservedly so
...as he's been a wee bit too eager a wisp about givin' the poor EF a rough time over minutae...
consider me properly woodshedded, dear friend
at the end of the end it's the start of a journey to a much better place and this wasn't bad so a much better place would have to be special...no need to be sad...