Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Too many mind. Mind the sword, mind the people watch, mind the enemy, too many mind... No mind."
135 years ago When we were all in bed Old Mrs. Leary Lit a lantern in the shed When the cow kicked it over She winked her eye and said "There'll be a hot time in the old town tonight."
Seeing as it's MY day, I like to think that my arrival was presaged by that great conflagration. Just a little sumpin-sumpin to warn folks I was on the way. In about a century.
That's your third post by noon. Prolific, much?
Yours, too, phlegmfatale? My own grand entry occured on your sixth birthday. (Unless you achieved fabulousness later in life.)
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