If I wuz real smart, I'd rite good stories like this'n -- 'n use 'em ten-dollar words like "defenestration". (Honestly, this guy's a hoot.)
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
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