|
|||||
**************************************************************************
|
|||||
Beginning
of the Week Edition
|
HINT:
It doesn’t come from ANY where.
Gazing slyly over his demitasse of espresso, a certain well-known city poet said:
“He knew he'd reached the pinnacle of his precocious powers when he found he could
think as fast as he could type.”
One man hesitated entering this new reality until, he said,
he could be assured a supply of sad news would continue,
and the doorkeeper replied, "As long as we have developing creatures
like yourself here no-o-o proble-rooney."
The neural mass cried out: “The days of all kings are numbered!”
and His Grace shouted back, “HAH! - so are yours!”(Meanwhile, down in the valleys, and lower regions of the kingdom
livers, kidneys and lungs continued to peacefully snooze as they glided
across their own protected ballroom.)Okay then THIS month's version:
One guy's emotions be all the time feeling like,
"Hey, let's all get in a bunch and BE somebody!"
