Like the man said in no uncertain terms he wasn’t sure made a mouthful of words he might have to eat.
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As I live and breathe not a word that I can eat, at least I can drink and be merry.
Old and bald,
I miss a pair:
with chartreuse hair.
If it isn’t
death or taxes,
it sure has
I wonder if you can cure paranoia by tricking your brain into believing it’s not being tricked.
Odd are, that there could come a time when it’s possible you might consider that one or another person’s guess has a chance of being almost as good as, or maybe even better than, yours.
You wonder what idea’s behind the thought that’s in the back of your mind.