tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post3616755251256032903..comments2024-03-28T14:22:37.153-07:00Comments on mole: What Rough CrustDalehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-44383260879817749202012-08-28T07:49:14.050-07:002012-08-28T07:49:14.050-07:00:-) Thank you, Christopher.:-) Thank you, Christopher.Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-79940578186775128092012-08-27T20:30:08.869-07:002012-08-27T20:30:08.869-07:00It's actually more than four or five, my frien...It's actually more than four or five, my friend. At least it is as long as you open your arms wide enough.christopherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04201537517464996231noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-31104159575365846772012-08-27T17:28:07.718-07:002012-08-27T17:28:07.718-07:00Life leaves it's marks on us.
Time for lunch...Life leaves it's marks on us. <br /><br />Time for lunch. I'll take some ziti marsala. Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-86968000602107918672012-08-27T13:43:25.964-07:002012-08-27T13:43:25.964-07:00Ha. I'll stow it in an inner pocket and turn i...Ha. I'll stow it in an inner pocket and turn it any which way I like :-)Dalehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14523194846272870013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5349472.post-45675517326337174372012-08-27T13:31:26.981-07:002012-08-27T13:31:26.981-07:00To stone, yes, and would be glad to obliterate you...To stone, yes, and would be glad to obliterate your track of words, too. It is a sober thought. There is much self-righteous lovelessness roaming the earth. But there is love and even righteousness in the old, old sense of the word, before it was mangled into something else.<br /><br />It is unfortunate that pain of various sorts stays with us more clearly than almost anything.<br /><br />Dale, really, my friend: "what rough crust, its hour etc." Close to poetic blasphemy, there, bud! I'll throw a wee pebble at you for that one... a small agate, with a little shape not like a crescent moon but like a frown!marly youmanshttp://www.thepalaceat2.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.com