I once peformed poorly in English classes--junior high right into high school. It's because in 1st grade during music class we had to sing "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah." Grammar and vocab are instilled at a young age, retarded and reinforced when one lives in the shadow of a "y'all" drawl in Oklahoma.
"Mister Bluebird's on my shoulder, / It's the truth, it's "actch'll" / Everything is "satisfactch'll."
This is what I think about in the shower. Please don't picture me in the shower, unless that works for you. It doesn't for me.
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Thanks for visiting my blog! I'll be keeping up with your adventures in gardening.
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