Thursday, September 14, 2017

Seven or Eight?

You know what? All my joy is back. What I do depends on my heartache and depends on my joy. Maybe it takes a hurricane to wash away the blues. I don't know. 

Dogs don't much like snobs. I've about had my fill of 'em too. Everybody's special. Kindness still brings happiness. Remember- lie down with fascists and you get up with cooties.

Hey! "Up With Cooties!" I think I'll get to work on a new musical.

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