My Cardboard Balcony

The Lousy Magician by Belinda Roddie Look, a dove is tangled up in sprouting vines, spiraling up the contorted vertebrate of my DNA helix spine. This should be a madness to dazzle your eye, but it's no fun when the presentation dies. And there, the poor thing's been strangled again. I'll doff my chimney hat to you, scuttle off to a different Spain or France to try my hackneyed, disaster-prone dance again. I'd show you the saw trick, but they'd most likely mark my poor soul down for homicide.

John presented us with presents, gifting us with gifts. They were wrapped up in wrapping splayed with so many colorful colors. The ribbons were tied in ties and the - Yeah, I can't keep this up. Bottom line, John's awesome and got us all presents. My present was huge-ass knife that I can use on my hunting and fishing trips. Awesome.