You had sung the way to Registrar.
As you woke up to new white day,
Your clouds would go fluffy white.
And then a gray humdrum started. 32 more words
About 17 years ago, (Holy Crap! Is it really that long ago), when we lived on Gran Canaria, I was playing guitar most every day and on occasion I used to play rhythm for a local band at the Magic Garden in Puerto Mogan, (yes you can tell a lot from the name of the bar :) ). 720 more words