Still in Oregon and here is poem. And I let Night Cafe do a picture based on poem
Silly ole wise one.
Should be young foolish
When bones hurt we're wise
When bones don't hurt we're foolish.
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” By Edgar Alan Poe
Still in Oregon and here is poem. And I let Night Cafe do a picture based on poem
Silly ole wise one.
Should be young foolish
When bones hurt we're wise
When bones don't hurt we're foolish.
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Still in Oregon and here is poem. And I let Night Cafe do a picture based on poem Silly ole wise one. Should be young foolish When bones ...
...I have plenty of sore old bones!
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