Board my bronco what's bucking about!
Shall I stash Sinbad's bird...? Without doubt!
Ride a cock horse / hide a roc...? 'Course!
Shall I stash Sinbad's bird...? Without doubt!
Ride a cock horse / hide a roc...? 'Course!
He sought to thaw each thought he saw flee, frozen, from his mind. He peer'd again, then gear'd his pen, supposin' he'd...