Making my to-do list in order to finish off a need-to like passing on recycling some carpet into the spare bedrooms which need re-doing, putting down a note to find a hauler (Chop 'em up and dump 'em meself... don' t'ink so.) or donatee, I stepped out for a homemade smoke and scoped here we go again. Honest to God, I was looking for it last night. Not having seen the meteorological chart, I'd no idea where it was, nor the phase.
"Where's the moon?" I inquired of a fellow patron after a scan.
"Saw it before."
"Must have set already."
"I guess so."
"Thought it might be new."
"Thought it might be new."
"Na, not yet."
Back inside, a conversation about Moon Night '69. Quite a party. We, I assure, did not drop our trousers for the flash out a window nor anything of the sort. That would have been unthinkable!
Presently unbelievable as we are virgins still.
Oh, yeah, later.
Back inside, a conversation about Moon Night '69. Quite a party. We, I assure, did not drop our trousers for the flash out a window nor anything of the sort. That would have been unthinkable!
Presently unbelievable as we are virgins still.
Oh, yeah, later.
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