Geriatric throw-down
That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
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That title isn’t exactly accurate. Geriatric throw-downs, plural, endless in plurality, would be more like it.
There are songs about winter, spring and fall. But there are songs about summer. And that’s no coincidence.
June is arguably the best of months. It has the Strawberry Moon. It has the promise that you will always be a bride. It has Wonder Woman.*
Cats (feline) are not the only cats (hep) to have moved in our recent mass of motion. We have been hustling humans all about the sanctuary, too.
April, are you really the cruelest month? You took one Prince, but you gave us another in his bathrobe. You took too many friends, but you promised to return them in an April that will never end.
Strange, sweet little February, we salute you You gave us conversation hearts. (LUV YA. Mean it.) You gave us political heartburn. You gave us Cake by the Ocean.