tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post3180680002911965221..comments2024-02-05T00:16:13.698-05:00Comments on Banjo52: FINCHES AND THE MEANING OF LIFEBanjo52http://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-69594964302780910162009-07-21T22:57:30.906-04:002009-07-21T22:57:30.906-04:00What a picture you paint,
HikerBiker. Feathers in ...What a picture you paint,<br />HikerBiker. Feathers in the sink? < Finch Soup?<br /><br />No. You're right, they're too much like vagabond children. <br /><br />I think you out-metaphored me on the banjo line. But it sounds like some kind of green light.Banjo52https://www.blogger.com/profile/04342397136888422440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2883979841111173610.post-1614823555951970652009-07-21T16:08:49.110-04:002009-07-21T16:08:49.110-04:00Next thing you know they'll move into your bas...Next thing you know they'll move into your basement, enroll in community college, leave feathers in the sink, and drink all your beer.<br /><br />(Hey Banjo, if the banjo fits, play it.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com