I’ll never forget the morning When Grandpa ate the awning To impress a pretty lady Who went for men who were shady. Anatole of Paris, lyrics by Sylvia FineOne of the shades in the second bedroom collapsed this week. It was too small for the window that I had replaced a couple of years ago … Continue reading Pretty Shady
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