Italy
Our Town – April 22, 2010
“De Spring has sprung,” the Soupster sang, as he strolled downtown in the sunshine. “De grass is Riz.” “I wonder where dem boidies is?” he continued to warble. “De little boid is on de wing.Ain’t dat upsoid? De little wing is on de boid!” The Soupster chuckled to himself, but heard ahead of him in the…
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