Thursday, July 25, 2013

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The art of electro swing. That is all.

That is not all. This morning I spied a possum. He did not see me and so I followed him for a while. I noticed his tail curly little tail was moving and rhythm to it I was listening to. So I began to shake my tail with the same pattern to the music as I walked down the sidewalk of the graveyard After him. Charming.






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