OUCH! Stung by a March fly and in the middle of September too.
Damn little devil probably feasted on a March hare somewhere.
That would explain everything.
Speaking of, my little “passing parade” poet is watching the endless procession.
I refuse to comment…
Unity, solidarity, loyalty that sticks,
Moral fabric stiffer than starch?
In the realm of Aussie politics,
Every day is “The Ides of March”.
KIM BARRY, Scarborough.