From near the rear, someone shouted,” We’re all bozos on this bus!” And a chap even further sideways chuckled softly to himself as he thought, “Ha, the joke’s on them – little do they know that I am the bus.”
The Myth They Never Tell:
We all end up back where we began,
and I ain’t referring to death!
Those with no spark of originality, oftimes, sure hate to see it in others.
Remember, all of you marching in today’s creative parade, on the count of “two” – nothing happens.
On his “best days, it took at least three men to hold John Phillip Sousa down.
“Daddy, are we a lot like, ‘three men’?” “Not enough son, not near enough.”