You are not in Norway anymore, Marjorie. You are home…home where Republicans roam with their guns and their gods at play. But this fall is heard an encouraging word…and the skies are not cloudy all day…. 277 more words
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“home, home on the range
where the deer and the antelope play……”
it’s strange the tunes that pop into our heads on a whim, without thinking, as though with a life of their own like they have their reasons but are damned if they’re going to share it them with us, we’re just conduits for their fancies to sometimes come complete or just a few or just a single line often leaving us naggingly trying to remember the rest of the words which it refuses to offer up any time soon…… it’s the thought of ranges that set me off I think… there’s an egg box sat in the kitchen, not in the fridge of course, never need to put eggs in the fridge when they’re quite content thank you very much in their good old roughened cardboard… 311 more words