Typos lead to words and so on
You should not waste anything
WE were doing this in the 60s because we were poor
All this trendy saving stuff, seems obvious, decades ago
So it is with words, why waste them, so if I make a typos
or cannot spell something immediately then my mistakes
lead to ideas, just as a word in a song I'm listening to as I talk
to you all may ignite another idea.
So Candle and Bra emerge because I cannot spell candelabra
so Liberace has a candle and a bra on his piano , simple really
I used that in an email last night, the recipient may just think I'm
boring or just plain kinky, I'll never know not unless he becomes
the new host of Just a Minute, and I have seen Nick's arse in stockings
and suspenders, Mr Parsons was the narrator in Rocky Horror not unless
it was Andrew Neil that Scots guy politicians laugh at.
So on I go, forever and forever, who sung that song, I need you so
10 points to Queens for the correct answer, and a bag of chips to Saltford
or is that another misspelt university?
Any road up, I'll tarmac anything, give us a job, I had an idea for another piece,
so come back later and it may be ready. In the meantime can somebody explain
why somebody in American Samoa keeps coming back to me, via Wordpress
It does set off many chains of thought, So I'll go eat and then watch another
Monk before writing another piece.
This is a chat which doesn't appear in the books when I compile them.
Normally it's the by Michael Casey pieces
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Michael-Casey/e/B00571G0YC/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1
this is post 2753 on this blogger, so plenty to read ...
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