You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and fallen leaves recall last June And leap up on the boughs, now stiff and sere? For your sake, I would go and seek the year, Faded beyond the purple ranks of dune, Blown sands of …
Sorry, folks, no sound!I look like the idiot that I am, but what the hey! Isn’t she a beauty though!!
To our readers and more especially to my co-authors: I might not have a lot of time to go online in the near future. Please, continue to post your awesome contributions and please keep our readers happy and interested! Thank you and Toodeloo, Ralphie.
*Gotcha! Not what you expected, hey!* Hey Ewe, I’m horny. Get over here!
Grand Canyon, Arizona. Awesome sight, isn’t it?
And the squirrel says: “Well, NUTS to you, oldtimer!”
Tsk, tsk! And I thought you were a big boy!
Enough is enough!