Saturday, July 20, 2013
THE GUY WAS SINGING
This struck me as a strange suggestion, Reader Dear, for a hot summer night.
Most of his audience, I'm supposing, already each had on a coat...of sweat!
Perhaps he hailed from the chilly wilds of Antarctica (and had a limited repertoire).
At any rate, there was one little member* of his fan club whose enthusiasm didn't appear to be the least bit dampened by the lyrics!
*He's one that I like to coat with kisses!