You can’t keep a good
bachelor down. Every summer
the big machine grinds
them into the ground, but they
always rise, singing the blues.
JDG
You can’t keep a good
bachelor down. Every summer
the big machine grinds
them into the ground, but they
always rise, singing the blues.
JDG
Thanks, LuAnne. I always find their resilience heartening.
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This is delightful, Joan. I love your play on words and can just see those cornflowers blooming in a mowed down field. Just delightful.
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