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![]() Sighty, my very good friend.
You and I...we ride the same wavelength.. (and probably half a bubble off as well---which is even bettah)and I know ,you know I mean this.You don't know why---but you know I do. I will miss you and the legion of fan I have cultivated here. Just enjoy my fine work for the remaining time,and always remember this;written by one of the greats of our time---ending what was perhaps his finest poim: So if you heard beautiful music Led by a conductor of a kind Don't wallow in your regret Seek and you will find That the notes are all still there For you---in answer to your prayer They sing that all is well A momentary farewell Hear the music And leave your own All good things Always come home |
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![]() Oh, by the way..sorry I was absent for some time this eve-a-ning, but had a ringy dingy from yet another huge fan.
Being a star is not easy. |
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![]() I feel like being a monumental bore later ..later in the night,when it's dark.
You won't want to miss this stuff. Semiconductor....how many today? |
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![]() Geeker..I was laughing at your video...which I found amusing.
Not at what I said. |
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![]() I miss the disco years....my good friend.
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We've Gone Delirious |
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![]() Times like this--I feel myopically moribund .It's the paranoia in me.
If Franny doesn't kill me...Gooey Shirley will: A poim; I call it-------I Was Duck Hunting,and a Meander in Heart Notes Happened. I hope you all enjoy it. I met Huey,Dewey,Looie…and Gooey, just the other day. They were rule-eng en ze hay. But not in the way, you think. They were only having fun, throwing everyone.. into the sun, of this sparkling day. One thing I noted. On ground,Gooey floated. The others were ducks, not a duck fan. So I chose to ask her, if she would enjoy the pasture... and have a walk talk, and loose the quack quacks. We walked and we talked. We felt what we thought. She walked so pretty. She talked so witty. We walked over rolling hills, of abundant growth. It seemed to me, a simile. I was north, to her south. I wanted to be lipstick, to her mouth I only knew, what I had felt. That was Gooey.. inside my noodle. For this thought…I didn’t need google. We parted ways, and said our says. I watched her walk, to end this day. Did she hear my mind, as she left? I think she did. Gooey is not deaf. Last edited by clyde : 07-11-2010 at 11:55 PM. |
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