Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Walk Me Up To The Door And Kiss Me On The Mouth

Maybe I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer. Not the brightest bulb in the box. So I'm a few threads short of a sweater, a few bricks short of a load. I may not have all my dogs on one leash and perhaps I'm a few Brady's short of a bunch.

What's your point?

I'll settle for luck and love. You're welcome to some of mine. I seem to be loaded.

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