If you'll allow me, I'll put up this magnificent event.
There we were, minding our own business, when he threw.
Honest to God; non-competitively; on the side; not improvised.
He's got the touch, the knack, the blessing of heaven watching.
Well, that's making way too much of a chance occurrence.
We were there, we saw it, we vouch for Chuck, in extremis.
Feel that way too about giving testimonies. Ready to die.
The perversion which has obstructed my life is incredible.
And, just as I contemplated this post, a miscue, of sorts.
Excavating the vehicle, extracted said cue, and some tobaque.
Having secured same, went on to do this. (Nice shot.) Simple.
Don't you know I'd left cue atop the truck! Major domo alerted.
Talk about multi-tasking. E-mails and other pictures happening.
Too much happening for a Monday, I'll say that. Squarely.
Had to bid the French woman adieu, though it remains complicated.
I'll always love her, like many of the women I've encountered.
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