Re: BTW Ed...
mick
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When I first started reading Dale's comment I had a vision of someone playing
Scott Joplin tunes on a piano in the corner of a saloon as Dale pushed through
the saloon doors, full of bluster, big Al passed out drunk after one beer,
asleep under a table and Ed as a sheriff who NEVER needs a gun...his tongue
makes light work of these rodeo hands who wander back in after herding cattle
across the Rio grande. I'm the bartender shaking his head and cleaning whisky glasses
btw brad is running the brothel.
badly.
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a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
mick
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When I first started reading Dale's comment I had a vision of someone playing
Scott Joplin tunes on a piano in the corner of a saloon as Dale pushed through
the saloon doors, full of bluster, big Al passed out drunk after one beer,
asleep under a table and Ed as a sheriff who NEVER needs a gun...his tongue
makes light work of these rodeo hands who wander back in after herding cattle
across the Rio grande. I'm the bartender shaking his head and cleaning whisky glasses
btw brad is running the brothel.
badly.
–--
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
a truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent
