Rain, rain go away. Though I’ll take the thunder, as it rolls and rocks, you keep the lightning. But no sleet. Follow those Four (now winded) Horsemen. But the fair’s crew was more than just fair in size. Other such concert crowds were also seen. (And right after UFO Days, the rainy sky was filled with craft piloted not by Bruce, but by all those dozens that popped out of the pod with brother-resident alien Ofu?) —– And care of your own siblings and cousins too, and take heed my Michigan crew. See Notes From The Beat.
The Four Horsemen, By the last breathe of the four winds blow. And Kashmir, but not nearly the four winds […]