Willy Nilly is my favorite country singer.
Glaring mistakes are never as glaring as when I make them. But there they are. As a matter of fact those errors in due course often seem to have a glow all their own. Such as the gleam in the eyes of a googly eyed romantic such as myself. But as my past glares back at me I can only say it seemed like a good idea at the time.
So as I amble down the shimmering bike path of life I know the spicy carousel of my existence has been very good to me.
Yes, even the glaring omissions I see glowering at me from a distance. But they wouldn’t be omissions if I hadn’t omitted them.
New glasses help.
Slim Snippy and Libby Chaquita married very young. Or at least Libby did. Slim was four years her elder at a point in their lives when four years was a world apart. But they fell into a lip locked limb entwined embrace from the get go and didn’t let go until little Conrad Snippy was conceived. Libby became Snippy in short order and disastrous machinations were set in motion. In the little town of Kiel there was no margin for error.
I do not scamper
Nor do I skitter
I do not hustle
Buster to muster
That’s for the peacocks
With a whole lot of hope
The time is nigh to puncture the tyranny of demographic analysis and regard each and every distinct individual represented in said data.
Better yet lets impale it upon the misconceptions said gathered minutia creates.