No! You bit the hand that feeds you...?
Such behavior ain't so nice.
Besides, you laugh'd off circumspection.
So: you'd fit the band that heeds you...?
Give 'em rock-'n'-roll advice
and they'll approve your groove direction.
Moral:
And a-one...and a-two...and a-you know what to do.
Uly Poe pens dogg'rel verse. "'Tis fun," hums Uly, "I disburse." The gamut runs from bad to worse. The matter treated...? Quite diverse -- most, postcards from his universe, replies to grudges he must nurse. My summary...? Let me be terse: a blessing largely. (Not a curse.)
Thursday, February 20, 2020
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