Wednesday, November 5, 2014

The Commoner is to raspy to Write

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I did my best Marlon Brando trying to present my cultural autobiography with no voice.  NO VOICE  and it's late and I'm tired.




This baby goat is here to make you smile.
I'm obsessed with this song.
How is this a white irish guy?  Well not the picture.  The singer
Bella is here to make you smile too.
And because I'm still having marathon withdrawals.  Way back Wednesday to Chicago last year.