I Can Name That Tune

In about 2 weeks or more ! FFS. I knew the tune/words but forgot everything else. #Slow Guns & Roses? Well. I never :o(   P.S. Dad was amazed at my inability to play the drums!

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I Would Let Rip But…

Weave a Garland of my Vows by Greta Brookes

do something vigorously or without restraint. “the brass sections let rip with sheer gusto” express oneself vehemently or angrily. “Charlie felt he had suffered enough insults and suddenly let rip” T’internet. T’Laptop. T’time is against me. Besides – there’d be far too many expletives to delete! Today’s gift is too big to share. So I’ll […]

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Gretanory

aka – Story Time with me. Deep Breath. My Dad and I had a really…looking for the right word…Unusual (?) relationship. We rarely talked. Rarely touched. Rarely acknowledged each other in company. He was Him. I was Me. But we had this Unbreakable Connection that drove me to the morgue to say goodbye to my […]

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33 Leads to Leeds

Marty Leeds   A Fellow boobtoob reject. Sigh! Yo, Bro :o)

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Hedy Lamarr

Check her out.   Hedy Lamarr: The Incredible Mind Behind Secure WiFi, GPS And Bluetooth   Or   Wiki : Hedy Lamarr   Or   Wiki : Blazing Saddles. Hedley Lamarr    

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Venus Fly Trap

Once upon a time. Way back when. I told a true story about me and my son’s Venus Fly Trap Plant. It got me erased from a Live Chat :o) Heyho. What comes around, goes around. Not watched this film for centuries! FEED ME! P.S. Take that, Venus Rose. And put it straight where the […]

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A Binge of Goodies

With a dash of Freddie – Nothing Really Matters. To Me. Now! P.S. He was and forever more will be called here – Bloddy. Work that out :o)  

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GROUND ZERO in the WAR for the SOUL of AMERICA

I’ve subbed to Sean for so long now. Had to leave watching for a while so I’m playing catch up. REALsies Energy Vibe. Always.  Sad that I can’t even afford FREE for 30 days to save my work/reputation/life/soul  :o(    

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Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn. Where is that boy who looks after the sheep? He’s under a haystack, fast asleep. Will you wake him? Oh no, not I, For if I do, he’ll surely cry.   I’ve no idea if any one of […]

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