In the window stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him ’til he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving, but the fighter still remains…
sam
hoo-boy, there’s a safe apartment. In terms of security, a window dog is even better than a door man.
GHB
And you can tip them with Milk Bones!
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Hoppy is a genius.
spm
Hoppy: Your comment made me laugh on a day when I could use it. Just brilliant!
Jrocka
Awwww! I miss getting Tony all riled up. :( Give that boy a treat for me!
