I have washed the dust off the woodwork, and am waiting for the proverbial paint to dry before I get back to taping off the project.
By the looks of the prose below. Can anyone be the Duke of Lyricism and Hazzard a guess to who and what I'm listening to. A plateful of oysters for the correct guess:
Tidal waves don’t beg forgiveness
'CRASHED' and on their way
Father he enjoyed collisions; others walked away
A snowflake falls in May.
And the doors are open now as the bells are ringing out
Cause the man of the hour is taking his final bow
Goodbye for now.
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Good Job! I haven't listened to PJ very much, but the more I listen...they rock.
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