One of them thar Texan poets.
A romp through my spam folder.
Because Red Green was right: We’re all in this together.
Maybe Mr. Scheer doesn’t say these things because he doesn’t believe them. Either way, he needs a new speechwriter.
Childhood, Broadway musicals, geography, maturity, numismatics, aesthetics as determined by location, English Poet Laureates: Is there anything else we can touch on here?
So why does it get dark so early?
What I hope for.
Ah for the good old days, when “extra” actually meant something.
A radish by any other name would taste as . . . radish-y.