Too bad the whole wide world doesn’t love him back.
Years ago, it was about throwing a clock out the window to see time fly.
I have a teeny tiny book called Wise Quacks.
Then. of course, they’ll mention that old song about Gladly The Cross-eyed Bear.
So Maria Muldaur was right when she mentioned cactus.
Where are today’s strips? Are afraid to publish them on Friday the 13th?
There’s a play called The Beeple.
Years ago, I read that the mole’s relative, the shrew, must eat heartily every hour or so, or it will starve to death.
Not for me it isn’t. These days, I wear shoes without laces.
If those are the opening notes of Beethoven’s Fifth, I’m not surprised.
Too bad the whole wide world doesn’t love him back.