Here is what you need to know to kick some virus butt, (sorry church ladies, but this a time for coming together, not retribution for wayward folk like me. So we lay, lady lay, lady our weary heads to rest, as on a big brass bed. —– I would say is all you need but there is so much, and you can peruse much of it on these pages, here and later, and on and on and on to the end, and at the end of this stanza that’s a story, and here and there see sprinkled some song lyrics, to taste then savor as a now-needed savior. Hey, hey, hey, this is after all a music web site, Mick and Zep and so many other singers, and Doug (inside joke, more later). —– And so, you will have to read-it-well and thus be well-read to get the reference to Kansas. They are an old school band, and an American Band, not the rural state that for that reason has been largely immune to the threat, virus not corn rot, as I think that’s a term. —– Ask your local ag agent or Mellencamp or Bruce S. or Bruce D. If they’re not busy saving the cows and the planet they feed, financially, or did I get that backwards, I do declare as I digress in what becomes a Nugent-sanctioned free-for-all. —– That’s like those practical and strapping farm boys forging on to feed our country, by their work out in the fields of the country. —– They are boys not just men, of few words. But I am but I’m a hack of many, as you can plainly see since I’ve Rambled On to be a Harvester of Sorrow. Hey, that’s a theme in my earlier post, as many words as mustard grains! Ugh, is it that bad? But hey, we need to sow more of that ethic today.
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