when a youngster top of the chess ladder i lost the killer instinct and seized the white witch that is prayer through mother nature or some magik like young struck..
but i said bon voyage to the logic and gained the wages of the curious..and was the universe all that was without was within.. how we adored the stars my ma and me..!
but i can not find my desire to win ever again-(except in a drunken brawl that does not count..) how i think my life would have been i threw the game.. but in that capitulation was more thought..
maybe i was ten may be i lost maybe i won well a draw well with step well to hell can´t tell won´t will bill and ben spotty dog ..
i had no idea how to end and into my head came this puppet show of the late sixties..now,i remember it was the dog off the wooden tops and bill and ben was a puppet show about two little boys made from flower pots..they were bill and ben the flower *** men..and i loved them..with little **** and someone the gardener..little **** was a sunflower always happy..and so was spotty dog..