I never knew fear growing up. I still don't. Rooftops and the deep woods held no fear for us. There remain places I won't go without a gun, but fear? No. Ever since forever, I figure, I can take them. Still, I like this song.
So, apropos o' not much... I'm going down my RSS reader and see three posts you put up that don't exist any longer. I thought the genital warts post was pretty good, as were the other two. Wha' happened? An attack of political correctness?
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Very nice. Ms. Melua is new-to-me but won't stay that way long.
So, apropos o' not much... I'm going down my RSS reader and see three posts you put up that don't exist any longer. I thought the genital warts post was pretty good, as were the other two. Wha' happened? An attack of political correctness?
Short answer, no. I have always let my fingers do the typing. They do well enough on their own.
Plus it confuses them.
sorry about that.
listened again now with my eyes closed.
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