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“FIELDS OF GOLD!”💥💥

“FIELDS OF GOLD!” a poem February 19, 2019 [TUESDAY*]

When she was young, the air was fresh; the sun! IT shone! upon her flesh;
She RAN! and trees – did step aside; the birds applauded, as she’d glide,
‘Cross-open-meadows, and-she’d-jump into brooks;
She swan in-mystic-pools! and-read mysterious books,
Illuminated-by: THE LIGHT OF DAY,
And-she-was-“greedy,**” and-drank-The-Night-away!
She seldom slept, but when she did,
Joyous dreams would fill her head,
And she did wake, to-greater-[mornings]-than-before,
Excited! and-anticipating – what-the-day-held-in-store!
Then, one day: She’s-introduced-to:
MONITORS! [when- The-Internet-was-new],
And-with-FASCINATION! She would gaze & click!
Soon! She tired! and her-body grew – sick,
From lack of sun – and-running-along,
With-her-TINY-puppy, singing-a-song!
Where were the shouts? and the bruis – ed knee?
Now! only-Blogging! [and]-Posting! and-FACEBOOK, did-she-see!
Her sleep was fitful, for-she-could-not re-gu-late,
Her daily hours – and, sometimes, very late,
She-would-stay – transfixed – to A JEALOUS SCREEN,
And beams of blue light (with pictures – obscene),
Bombarded-our-heroine! For, she was addicted,
And YEARS DID PASS – her eyes? constricted!
Occasionally! She-would take a walk,
With her TINY doggie! and they would talk,
About days gone by, when, each-afternoon,
They’d shout – and sing – and-chase-a-balloon!
Those days gone by? Will they ever return?
To put back ROSES! into-our-“little-urn?”
And, once again, will The Healing Sun,
See A GIRL – and-her-doggie – gaily run,
Through FIELDS OF GOLD and OCEANS OF BLUE,
Never knowing exactly – where-they’re-going-to?
fin ❤

Postscript:

Together we are
on top of the World
us

This little girl, within us equally lies ~ With teardrops welling in her eyes ~ Yearning-for that-time-when-we ~ Take-back our-favored destiny! ~ And choose, once more, the sun over lamp ~ The moon over screen – and-to-go-out-& camp ~ To sleep “OUT-THERE,” un-der the stars ~ And wait – for-a-[shining]-morning we-can (once more) call “OURS!” 🙂

Hungry for Peace ❣

* – the first day of the rest of your life! ** – HUNGRY! for LIFE!

Thank you Kindness
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What is GOOD and What is BAD!? I am not sure, but don’t be SAD; Just-consider-OFTEN   how-you      FEEL ~ reality is KINDNESS

“DER ROTE SARAFAN!” a poem February 19, 2019 (Tuesday)

What is GOOD and What is BAD!?
I am not sure, but don’t be SAD;
Just-consider-OFTEN how-you FEEL,
For feelings, THEY can oft’ reveal,
What is good and/or bad FOR YOU,
And that is what you need to do,
But! Do avoid-eth hurting-others,
Especially-your-friends – and their mothers,
And: The Sensitive! The Small! and – “The Freak,”
Watch -out-for-THEIR-feelings, and TRY to [always] seek,
The truth of things, as-it-be for you,
By FEELING LIFE! [It’s YOUR “coochy-coo!”]

Do-“THE-GOOD [really] Die-Young? (How good is that?)
And – WHO IS “GOOD?” Is-it June – and Matt?
Well, IT BEATS ME! ‘Cause-for-Jews, long-life,
IS a blessing! and-a-witchy-wife,
Is-NOT considered A GOOD DEAL!
However, even-mean-wives can reveal,
What you-might like to avoid,
In yourself! to NOT be “goy”*ed,
By-the-views-of-OTHERS, who-will-decide what’s true,
And what is GOOD – and/or BAD – for YOU!

BREAK THE SHACKLES! RELEASE YOUR-“WIND,”
AND AVOID FOX NEWS, IF IT’S BADLY “SPINNED!”**

* – Goy: a term used often derogatorily by Jews to designate a non-Jewish person and is used here to suggest you can be tricked into believing that someone else’s ideas have more value or merit than your own! You might consider being careful doing that, for, as Shakespeare suggested, it is usually a good thing “. . . to [your] own self to be true!”

** – Even though the FOX TV network applauds itself for being FAIR & BALANCED!!!

“LONG LIVE THE KING!”  a poem   18 February 2019 (Monday)🤝

{Picture: Dr. Rex & Eleanor Wilson, proud parents of their son Brian, who was an outstanding basketball player at Alpine High School [Alpine, Texas] but was involved in a car accident which took his life before he got to attend college.]

Dr. Rex Wilson was my vocal coach when I attended Sul Ross! He passed away today! Feb. 17, 2019! Here is something I wrote for him called:

“LONG LIVE THE KING!” a poem 1 February 2019 (Monday)

He-was Dr. Rex, The Lion-Heart-ed;*

Yes, we-are-sorry he is parted,
But, he’ll never die, for in our hearts,

Dr. Wilson still imparts:

“Lift your pillows,** everyone! –

Remember-to-sing and have good fun,

And LIFT YOUR GLASSES to remember me –

For-I-AM-ever-with-you, a-sparrow***-with-eyes-of-glee!”

fin ❤

* – “REX” means “King,” and some courageous, honorable kings are referred to as having “lion hearts,” broad, generous and kind dispositions and manners.

** – When singing, Dr. Wilson often reminded his vocal students to raise their cheeks, for this helped to produce a quality sound! He would say: “LIFT YOUR PILLOWS and smile!”

*** – In Alpine, Texas, U. S. A., Dr. Wilson was know for singing a beautiful rendition of “His Eye Is On The Sparrow!” I often heard him sing it in churches, and he accompanied me on piano or organ, sometimes when I sang, sometimes when I played the cello! He was/is a marvelous singer, teacher and person!

Dr Rex Wilson

American President

“OF COURSE! I KNOW!” a poem February 15, 2019 – Freya’s Day

OF COURSE! We all know – Some folks – like to [just] DISAGREE,
And say: “Trump’s stupid!” and “The Mystic Poet don’t-see,
That-throwing-money-at-a-fence is a foolish idea,
AND-WHY-IS-“THE-POET”-SUPPORTING-TRUMP! “Mama Mia!”
But – NO! (pause) I’ve said – that I neither support nor hate,
Trump-OR-ANYONE [else]! I just think: THE FATE,
OF EVERYONE – IS: TO-DO THE BEST THEY CAN!
For-even-if-there’s-no-GOD-in-“Heaven,” it-appears-that-every-(wo)man,
Must do what they do – WITH-a-somewhat-STEADY-TREAD,
And – as-we-all- meekly!? go-off-to-bed,
We-COULD-all say-a-prayer – f o r doing what we feel,
Is THE BEST WE CAN – and-that-way, the keel,
On-OUR SHIP-OF-FOOLS – might do the trick,
And HELP-to-steer – the weak – lame – and sick!*

After-this-morning’s-speech – IT LOOKS LIKE TRUMP-IS STANDING-“FIRM!”
Drug cartels – will-simply just have-to-learn,
THAT A NATIONAL EMERGENCY – is what they’ll see,
To-try-and-halt this “invasion”- which-they-facilitate “measura-bly!”

“Invasion of drugs – and-gangs,” our President does say; “
Will be DEALT WITH – in every possible way,
THAT MIGHT BE EFFECTIVE!” Well, we’ll have to wait and see,
What the future holds – for you and me!!!
Of course, there’s this “silly” poetry – (I-hope its [relatively] clear:)
There-are-many-IFs-ANDs-and-BUTs – and many a tear,
Shed by people impacted-by drugs and guns,
And THE BORDER PATROL – RUNS AND RUNS,
To try to do their job – of stopping “crime,”
From spreading [further] HERE! Trump says, “IT’S TIME,
THAT-WE TAKE A STAND AND HALT THAT SPREAD,
OF DRUGS AND GANGS – for MANY-who-are-DEAD!”

Children – and spouses – called: “ANGEL MOM’S,”
Are-grieving! (pause) For them – I OFFER BRAHMS!**
A LULLABY – for dead-family-members,
Whose ashes might-be-at-The Border – and-perhaps-THE-EMBERS,
From-fires that are burned there at night,
[By border agents – to have the sight,
To see those sneaking – INTO HERE,
To carry drugs and guns and beer,]
COMINGLE-AS-ONE: Ashes – and-Embers;
Each ANGEL FAMILY, of course, remembers,
Those-who-have-been-lost – AND A FENCE M I G H T WORK,
So Trump stands firm – like Captain Kirk,
Of the U – S – S “Enterprise!”
Yes!-Some-readers-may-have-some-surprise,
THAT I OFFER A PRAYER – FOR TRUMP AND ALL,
Of-the-United-States – and I’d-also call,
On-all who HAVE WILL – to-tell drug dealers,
And “people-slave-traders” – and soul-less(?) stealers,
To-declare: “We’re-doing-our-best – AND TRUMP IS TOO,
TO DEAL WITH DEATH AND LIFE!” – and – YOU!

FEW-Democrats [and some Republicans!] – seem-to-have any-love- or-will,
To-offer-a-better-solution! So, let’s [try-to] LOVE until,
Tomorrow – or next week month or-year!
LET’S LOVE – TO- CLEAR-AWAY EVER TEAR!

For, whether Trump-is-“right,” or Trump-is-“wrong,”
LET’S DO OUR BEST – AND SING T H I S SONG:

To-[Johannes]-Brahms’ “Lullaby,” for-those-LOST-LOVED-ONES,
Taken-from “this life,” by drugs and/or guns!

And-let’s support each zealous [border patrol] agent who runs![to-catch-a-thief]
To-hope-that-Don,
GETS A STRONG FENCE UP – for-securing-[against-an]-“evil”-Juan!***

fin ❤

* – and WE ALL ARE! 🙂 -Whoa!
** – THE Brahms’ “Lullaby!”
*** – like Juan Garcia Abrego, still alive at 74, a former Mexican drug lord – or Juan Nepomucena Guerra, “The Drug Cartel God Father,” who passed away in 2001 [at the age of 85], founder of “The Gulf Cartel!”

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“J’s DILEMMA?” a poem dedicated to critical, scared tennis players Sun.: 10 Feb 2019

“J’s DILEMMA?” a poem dedicated to critical, scared tennis players Sun.: 10 Feb 2019

“T is coming!” say-eth J! “She’s-been-comin’-since-I-was-born!”
J sought out his mentor’s (?) advice, for he was truly (?) torn!?
NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO – with-INSANE-T, you-might-say!
For T-is a terrible killer – a drugger! – and-SICK-as-long-as-is-The-Day!
“T’s INSANE! There! I said IT,” and-J could offer no more,
With silent tears and yearning, he waited at-His Master’s Door!

And THEN – from-behind-The-Curtain – THE WIZARD OF [ ] would explain:
“YES, MY SON – I-know-what-you-mean! T IS S O I N S A N E,
And – she might come to kill you – or, worse, get you ‘hooked on pot,’
Despite YOUR LOVING & CARING-ness, which has seen her through a lot!
So, YES, we are all-agreed – THAT GIRL IS DARNED INSANE,
And jealous – and-fundamentally-at-odds – with-ALL-that’s-decent-&-humane!”

“Oh, God; oh, God, what shall I do? for I AM NOT INSANE;
I’m REASONABLE! I-can-deal-with-this – but, I really feel her pain,
Her addiction(s)! Her angst! and her jealousy UNTOLD,
What-is-it-I-should-do? Master!? Please-give-me-SOLID-GOLD!”

“OK, then! SHE’S INSANE! (pause) On this we can agrEE,
BUT SO ARE YOU-and-YOUR-insanity!- is-‘MORE’-than-that-of-T!!”

“NO!” said J; “Not true! My Master – NO! (meekly?) Can-you-give-me-a-little-proof!”

“It is BECAUSE – you’re-so-concerned-about-her-coming! and, besid-eth;
Yes! forsooth:
THE MOST CRAZY CRAZIES – ARE ALWAYS THOSE Those WHO like to SPY,
ON-CRAZY! -IN-THE-LIVES-OF-OTHERS! CRITICS! ARE-CRAZY-HIGH!”

[So, Gentle Readers: That’s why Jesus-said: “Cut-off your sinning limb!
It is the one with a finger-pointing- at-the-faults – of HER-and-HIM!]

The-Moral?: Crazy-fingers-point-OUTWARD, whereas – ones-that-points-straight-in,
Identify THE-KOOKY-CRAZY-PEOPLE, with-their-haughty-nose and chin!*

fin ❤

* – And if-that doesn’t-make sense to you, wait a little while – I think, in time, it-will-all-“ring true!” But-it-WON’T-“help”-our – CRAZY STYLE! 🙂 – Yaw-za! Wow-za!

Oh my,
Peace 🕊

Thoughts

“What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows…” ― William Henry Davies

Henry William Davies

Marlon Brando on the set of his first film, The Men, 1950

Marlon Brando. (born April 3, 1924, Omaha, Nebraska.—died July 1, 2004, Los Angeles, California) “ American motion picture and stage actor known for his visceral, brooding characterizations. Brando was the most celebrated of the method actors, and his slurred, mumbling delivery marked his rejection of classical dramatic training. His true and passionate performances proved him one of the greatest actors of his generation.

Brando, the son of a salesman and an actress, grew up in Nebraska, California, and Illinois. After he was expelled from the Shattuck Military Academy in Faribault, Minnesota, for insubordination, he moved in 1943 to New York City, where he studied acting under Stella Adler at the Dramatic Workshop. He made his stage debut in 1944 as Jesus Christ in the Workshop production of Gerhart Hauptmann’s Hannele, and in that same year he first appeared on Broadway in I Remember Mama. After that play’s successful two-year run, Brando appeared in Maxwell Anderson’s Truckline Cafe, George Bernard Shaw’s Candida, and Ben Hecht’s A Flag Is Born (all 1946) and was voted “Broadway’s most promising actor” by New York critics. In 1947, he attained stage stardom with his astonishingly brutal, emotionally charged performance as Stanley Kowalski in the Elia Kazan-directed production of Tennessee Williams’s A Streetcar Named Desire (1947).

Brando made his motion picture debut in The Men (1950), a powerfully realistic study of disabled World War II veterans. In preparation for his role, he spent a month in a hospital paraplegic ward.” Notes from Jonaki

Marlon Brando on the set of his first film, The Men, 1950

Marlon Brando
  1. 😀😂 you might thinking more than that 😂 I just kidding…I can’t read your mind..very good thinking

  2. No Sir a lovely Cowgirl is Mystic POET an American awarded POET did you not know honey. Whoa 💥

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“THE TOXICITY OF A PROPER CULT-LIKE POINT OF VIEW!”

“THE TOXICITY OF A PROPER CULT-LIKE POINT OF VIEW!”a poem for February, which is “CALL A CULT A SPADE” Month 8 Feb 2019 (Friday)

“I WORK!” implies “You don’t!”
“We don’t connect!” means: “You won’t!”
“You’re TOO busy!” (that is) for ME;
It’s an-ever “Unfinished Sym-phony!”
“You’re living LARGE!” “You got it all!”
“You’re PRI-VI-LEGED!” and “When I call,
I expect you [to be] there; I expect you [to be] ready!”
“You’re OUT THERE!?” and “I’m REAL steady!”
“I want YOU!” “You need ME,
To-keep-things-right?” “Don’t you see,
MY perspective – is just and true,
Noble! Honorable!” “WHAT ABOUT YOU?!”
“When I ‘joke,’ I am funny,
Because my mind – is always sunny!”
“You-are-in-need – of therapy-and-‘cleaning,’
With analysis-and-control! Whereas-I’m-well-meaning!”
“Let’s face it, you! [You-need-to]modify-your-attitudes!
And get with ‘the program;’ I’ve-got-these-platitudes:

YOUR CONDITION! requires change!
Whereas – I’m FINE, but what is strange:
Is [that] I feel alone, [so] I seek GOOD COMPANY,
And you COULD be it – [with-this-UMPIRE-Y]:

Welcome my-style-of-living,
MY point of view,
I LOVE THE GAME,
Of {CHANGE-CHANGING-YOU!}

And, if you don’t like that, there-must-be-something-wrong,
With YOUR POINT OF VIEW!
Come-on! SING MY SONG!”

fin ❤

“CULT AWARENESS MONTH!”🤗

“DOING BETTER!” a poem, which is celebrating “CULT AWARENESS MONTH!” Feb. 8, 2019 [Friday]

Things are NEVER-AS-RIGHT-AS-THEY-COULD-BE – So-please-do-better!!!!!

You’re SO dehydrated! Let us make you wetter!

We see the error of your ways,

So-we’d-like to give you SUNNY DAZE!

For-The-Light-of-Truth-to-come-upon,

Your-FRACTURED-PSYCHE, you NEED our brawn,

Our stamina-and- learning!! We’ve got all that!

Join-our-circus! We’ll have a Godly Chat,

To plan and manage your wasted life,

We’ve GOT THE ANSWERS, and-we’ve-got-a-big-knife,

To-excise THE DROSS – that is in you,

Which limits [your] potential; WE-ARE those-who,

YOU SHOULD-HAVE BEEN WITH LONG AGO,

For THAT BETTER LIFE, to help you grow,

Up-in- OUR-IMAGE! but-it’s-NEVER too late,

To make that 180 degree turn! Here! Grab OUR BAIT –

Our food is lovely, dark and deep;

The sweet, sweet nectar – will-help you sleep,

And WHILE YOU SLUMBER, WE’LL MO-DI-FY,

YOUR SAD CONDITION! Just say: “Bye! Bye,”

To your ideas of right and wrong,

Of what is weak and what is strong,

Of what is sensible to do!

Here’s OUR program! Just for you!

But-it-needs-private-implementation, if-you-please,

So NO-ONE CAN SEE-YOU UPON YOUR KNEES!

Crawl on your knees – and “GOD” will bless,

Your sad, contracted life – and-undo-The-Mess,

Which YOU have made; just “GET A [BETTER] LIFE,”*

And-then-you’ll-be-happy!

THERE’S-A-BACK-IN-YOUR-KNIFE!!! 🙂 – Yipes!

* – with ME – with US!

Cults Horror Show💣

….Warren Zevon

Don’t let us get sick
Don’t let us get old
Don’t let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The sky was on fire
When I walked to the mill
To take up the slack in the line
I thought of my friends
And the troubles they’ve had
To keep me from thinking of mine

Don’t let us get sick
Don’t let us get old
Don’t let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight

The moon has a face
And it smiles on the lake
And causes the ripples in Time
I’m lucky to be here
With someone I like
Who maketh my spirit to shine

Don’t let us get sick
Don’t let us get old
Don’t let us get stupid, all right?
Just make us be brave
And make us play nice
And let us be together tonight….Warren Zevon

Jim Croce

If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I’d like to do
Is to save every day
‘Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I’d save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I’ve looked around enough to know
That you’re the one I want to go
Through time with: Jim Croce

Time In Bottle

Word of the day 🤓🤓

J Jay Samuel Davis🕊

“ON THE DOT!” a poem [a.k.a.: “Let’s Keep The Poetic Dash Moving, On The Dot!”] February 7, 2019 (Thursday: Karaoke at Ole Crystal Bar, here in beautiful downtown Alpine, Texas, U. S. A., tonight at 10:30 P. M.!) dedicated: to the lady that started our POETRY GATHERING, here in beautiful downtown Alpine – at The Historic Holland Hotel (corner of 6th Street and Holland Ave.), held each Wednesday at 6:30 P. M., come rain or come SHINE!! DOROTHY HARDING! a.k.a.: “Dot!”

DOTtie left!* We-were so sad,
So, we’re DASHing to The Holland,** with-faces-painted-“glad,”
‘Cause-our-DOT is back! We DASH & DASH,
To-The-Poetry-Gathering – for-a-“POETIC-BASH!”

“Welcome-HOME-Poetry!” with DASHes & DOT(s):
Poetic Morse Code! and we got ourselves lots,
Of-catching-up-to-do – and hugs to get!!!
We’re-DASHing, to-see-DOT! our poetic “pet,”
Who-is-our “time kee-per!” We -love-her-moderating, (pause)
Our POETIC HEARTS, as-we’re-participating! 🙂 – “2 BEE or not 2 BEE!”

fin ❤

* – Dottie Harding left about a year ago – to go visit sick relatives in San Antonio, Texas, U. S. A.! Well, everything is better NOW! and we are happy that our poetic “friend” has returned, bustling with ideas and exuberance! Yay! Dot! Welcome HOME!

** – The Historic Holland Hotel (here in Alpine)! One of the finest overnight accommodations IN THE NATION!

“OF MICE AND MEN!”

“OF MICE AND MEN!” a poem, for Wednesday: February 6, 2019

“GOD” laughs! at our assessments!
God laughs – at our “frivolous in-vestments,
For God has no concern, when we judge, based on appearance,
And what we count as “valuable,” God would sell at “(a) clearance!”
And – IF WE FEEL BADLY, ‘CAUSE WE THINK SOMETHING –
“WENT WRONG,”
God AGREES!!! For God LOVES – playing “ping pong,”
Watching “the balls” go, to and fro,
God just goes: “HO! HO! HO!”
Yet NEVER in a “mean way;” we just “tickle His funny bone,”
Because! WE ARE CERTAIN WE ARE LOST AND ALONE!!
When (as-we’ve-seen), truth-is: Things-are-LIKE-a-”movie,”
And, if you burn the film, well, EVERYTHING’S “GROOVY!”
With the sacred “film fire,” we roast marshmallow treats,
And everyone sits around and says: “These-are-Heavenly-Eats!”
When everyone has “their fill,”
We laugh with God; we laugh – until,
Someone says: “What-are-we-gonna-do-now?”
And-The-Director*-has-an-idea: a film called: “The Laughing Tao,”
Featuring: EVERYONE! and-EVERYTHING! It’ll-be-SUPER-FUN,
And everyone joins right in, for they forgot about what happened with “THE LAST RUN!!!”
When God, The Director, thought wars & famines & Illuminati Intrigue,
And! INQUISITIONS! and HOLY CRUSADES! would-not impede,
OUR WAY – to really humorous co – me -dy,
So we ALL participate – in ANOTHER “Infinite Tragedy,”
And THE LOGO WE ALL AGREE ON – (pause) A G A I N!!!
To focus – our laughing & our crying! Is-of: MICE & MEN!! 🙂 😦

fin ❤

* – GOD! Oh, God! O. M. G.!

America~State of the Union Speech~Satire

“COME TOGETHER!” a poem 6 February 2019 [Odin’s Day]

I’m just a little sissy girl; I want it ALL and how;
My wants are needs (and vice versa!) – just sat-is-fy me NOW!
Feed my cat; feed my dog; I “wanna have a cow!”
This-is the state of MY existence! Now-I -shall-take-a-bow,
And-expect that you-should-quite-applaud MY EFFORTS (perfect are)!
Be my chauffeur – and maid – and cook – fetch for ME that star,
And hand it over P. D. Q.* Do-NOT make me wait!
My patience! It is wearing thin! The KEY WORD: “Sat-i-ate!”
For-I’m-insatiable – in-the-extreme! I-want-me-THE BEST, whatever-I-mean!
COME TOGETHER, minions! “The-Union’s state is FINE,” say I.

{Choose one or many! or none at all:}

SO! (pause)

[1] Stop your whimp’ring; I haven’t time! It’s me who wants to cry!
[2] I hope eventually you’ll-SEE-IT-MY-WAY! Then-we’ll-see “eye to eye!”
[3] Be-NICE to Me [lania], I AM The Prez – And NEVER ask me why!
[4] I AM – “the best,” just say it proud! Declare it! It’s NO LIE!
[5] You’re here WITH ME; it is MY game! All-together-say: “Aye, Aye!”**
[6] As I WISH IT, I’ll-divide Our(?) “National-e – Pie!”

fin. ❤

    • Pretty Darn Quick!
      ** – OH, Captain; my Captain!