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Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
First entry for June's
Journalistic Intentions #7: The only reason I would take up jogging is so that I could fit back into my Wonder Woman costume. Whiskerfacebythefireplace ![]() I'm Wonder Woman! Yeah, me and Donald both. ![]() At least I knew when to exit. Donnie John would get up on stage and forget when and how to get off. Fell flat on his face more than once. Never fazed him. Me? I tried to focus on what needed to be done. I figured it wasn't all about me me me ... like some folks. ![]() Ah ... but that was way-back-when, before Donnie went on to be a big star-in-his-own-mind. Heard he ended up with a couple trophy wives ... and now lives in a big white house. No word whether his three sons do drag like their father did though. Heard they don't have the guts. Just as well. Word is that Don-boy still likes his makeup and costumes. ![]() I gave them up. Decided to get a life. Plus, after the disco days my body plumped. It's been a stuggle ever since. Ah ... but to wear that old costume and save the world! It still hangs in a closet mocking me. I never throw anything out. Maybe if I jogged? Yeah, right. Do I really look like I need a heart attack? I should begin by walking down those stairs, going out the door and just keep walking. If I go far enough I might even find ABBA and 1982, fit in those star-spangled jeans and dance like a Queen! I wonder whether Donald ever invites royalty over. I should call. Thanks to Elisa, Stik of Clubs ![]() ![]() 56.919 |