Prodding my parents to share their knowledge of my TD Bank
Aunt Donna Donohue to thank, with her saying and telling me:
“You have a million dollars in TD Bank.”
Coming from my rich Dad—me so glad, going on-line with telephone poles, to “E.T. phone home” in what ways of sounds-tracks of “Interstellar” I listened to earlier—oh the glory of her and my Northern horns of Elephants and Planters Peanuts, I’m going not NUTSO! for those “In The Know” and I, now telling you, my ₿rain has been injured (so abused a crashed sportscar of 2004)
Shouting and Mimicking “The Making of straight paths”, and I ₿eing, so aft to sleep until late—Gillette polymers shipped through “Freight”—coming along ₿ut taking what swells, all is well, up above the water like a Goose on the Loose, and shopping for shoes: Gucci Flip-Flops
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