So he said:"Once there was a boy
Who woke up with blue hair
To him it was a joy
Until he ran out into the warm air
He thought of how his friends would come to see;
And would they laugh, or had he got some strange disease?
God shuffled his feet and glanced around at them;
The people cleared their throats and stared right back at him
Thoughts and musings on anything sports, politics, theology, music, literature, hunting, and fishing through the rantings of a madman still trying to figure-out why striped bass fishing tactics won't work on Chinook salmon.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
Weekend Earworm: 01/05/2014
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