De Niro show'd range.
Sang the bum, drolly:
“A little spare change…?”
Moral:
Take me out of the ball game.
Sing to me, O Muse, but not of Wand'ring Jews, nor Ulysses, late of Troy, nor Anchises, or his boy. Sing of one instead who never left...
Ha! Good one! Short and Bittersweet my favorite kinda cho-co-laat
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