IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

IN THE TENTH YEAR OF THE PANDEMONIUM

Tuesday, May 3, 2022


 

Just a tune from 1967, because eating tangerines reminds me of it.

Also, to say hello.

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pbird said...

Help. Now I've done it.

May 3, 2022 at 3:39 PM

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