the leaves they are a-fallin'.
And yet what a grand and special day. [WALK THIS WAY, the Original] It took me awhile to get my crud together and walk down to the new Laundromat at 19th Street with Dad's sea=bag full of my sox and jeans, Hane's fragrant sheets. Delightful! [led=zep now] What i mean is there is nothing more Especial than a clean, brand=new, conveniently walkable L=mat! Unfortunately, i didn't bring any reading material--not even my own copy of the watchtower?! Oh, well--there will be many more loads to carry by hand. Are we bored yet? Sorry, people, but i do live the simple life. [STAIRWAY 2 HEAVEN] Boy, do i ever need a new set of head=fones...especially for this radio=computre. I'm listening to music as a way to drown out Hane's 'murder, she poofed'. HHmmmm...maybe Angela Lansbury was the inspiration for the STAIRWAY SONG?! Commentators, please Advise. [OOOHHH, here's the Solo--go Jimmy P.]!
I'm glad i bot that CD! Love the Laundry 'cos it will Direct your life....'to heaven...' And now, i must depart [the levee] and smooch=out to all my Readers. "tomorro is anothre day" --Scarlet O'hara
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