A great writer, irrespective of her sex or persuasion
And which tribe at any particular time was in Jenny Cidere... domination.
And one who had even me conned for so many years,
assuming it was some deeper double entendre for something more than his pained little brain.
And even worse truly pity-me; whoop whoop look at me and my pained performative countenance
Counting the clicks to nothing
And especially no great rhetoric
That said, it made sense. As soon as i took that slightly deeper dive, into who were the dads and what persuasion did he take up...
As it's always one dimensional, even if supposedly working in three.
Problem is, having taken it for a run around the block
at an always slow walkin' pace,
roam in them hills,
and test on the job.
A month.
Even if one must never ever for one millisecond take any notice of the commendations,
recommendations, and especially words of little pinprick musicians - as they always are
That's the 'take' from life.
It is indeed the best one ever....
