Mr. Ball... you're one of a kind...Hand Pict (so to speak)
Your note didn't gang agley...
...Boil it to a brilliant hue
and smear it on your legs and abdomen,
Ancient Britains never hit on
Anthing as good as woad to fit-on,
Arms and backs and where you sit-on,
Tailors you'll be blowed!
I haven't heard that tune since I was a noble and clobbering
blokes with sticks.
I didn't want you get get off Scott-free... Just so you don't
hit THE WALL...
What did the Decurion Rockius cry? "Hadrian!...Hadrian!"
Sorry,..
Gregory "I followed you VERY QUICKLY" Petrolati
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"Three Breaks for tea and home before dark!"
Greg Petrolati gpetrola@firefly.prairienet.org
1962 TR4
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