Doc.....
Thank you.
A four score seems like seven years ago. Fore Fathers!
Feathers.....Guess I got a bird in the bush empty handed.
The raven's haven, nevermore. Blurred slurred scores and words make swords slice and draw off towards twice the scores worth of folks strokes and blokes jokes about pokin' fun at my scores. I own mine an' appreciate yours.
Hopin' birds are in store for your next good score, Doc.
Back and forth, to and fro. Up and down, away scores go.
I've sworn at scores and swear I'll more as loud as I can while lying on the floor laughing at me and I I do it and to prove it.......
I'm off to find where Great Scores Grow.
~Scorecrow Row~ ~ ~