What do you get when you kiss a guy?
You get enough germs to catch pneumonia
After you do, he’ll never phone ya
I’ll never fall in love again.

Finest Kind.

But Janis Ian nailed the truth about seventeen.

And some sexy & 17.

Got your Opus 17.

And we’ve all grown older. Come see where we have been, out here rusting in the rain.

If there’s just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain, oh, then freedom’s not your name.

Little winds sing a song of the sun in the sky and I know, like the wind, the songs will always be there.

Neither did I. I need to go back and check out the writers of songs, maybe create some gallimaufries based on writers.

It’s late at night and we’re all alone
With just the music on the radio
No one’s coming, no one’s gonna telephone
Just me and you and the lights down low.

Only you know how I loathe this place called Tobacco Road.

‘Cause if you leave you’re gonna leave a babblin’ fool behind.

You were right.

He does good work.

But no longer the same Sunday.

The same one.

The same song.

There is a Mountain

Epistle to Dippy

Mellow Yellow