Saturday, May 07, 2005

Gwine to Run All Night; Gwine to Run All Day...

"The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home,
Tis summer, the people are gay;
The corn-top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom
While the birds make music all the day.

The young folks roll on the little cabin floor
All merry, all happy and bright;
By'n by hard times comes a knocking at the door
Then my old Kentucky home, Good-night!

Weep no more my lady. Oh! Weep no more today!
We will sing one song for my old Kentucky home
For the old Kentucky home, far away."

Yeah? Well Stephen Foster can kiss my ass.

"Wilko." 21:1.

I told you: horses are stupid.

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