I’m an open book Davey.....my pages fluttering in the gentle wind of information.....dangling, tickled by the entrancing possibility of truth......ever reaching into the abyssal volume of American thought.....waiting, whispering for knowledge constantly......I ache, I yearn to be filled.....fill me up Davey boy![]()
Dang, don’t expect to see poetry on this board. Or even the opening paragraph of a romance novel.