I'm leaving
the clown factory
and
going to
the track.
Friday, July 18, 2008
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2 comments:
Someday I will
do that too
leave the clowns
see the horses
good idea
T'was fun, Chromie. T'was fun yet I couldn't hit the exacta the way I wanted to. I shoulda boxed 'em or bet one across the board.
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