"Cryin' won't hep you now;
Prayin' won't do you no good,
Cuz when the levee breaks
Momma you got to move.
Ooh well, ah ooh well."
What I don't have, blog readers, is a proper ASL rendition of the piece. However, extraordinary arrangements could be made for the willing.
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"Put 'em on the glass", as is said, but such a message provides no substantial uplift. I think in the current air of mess-talk and pandemic anxiety and all that good stuff, one could use a bit of the old good uplift. Like an ecumenical message? Something like, I fought an entire alien armada because they would not learn English. Or maybe something, shall I dare say, not even violent.
Diesel, Batista, one of those boys. Miz claims to make movies now and then, too, if anyone noticed. Debiase is out there, too, somewhere. Walk through hell wearing gasoline underwear to get that one cup of Starbucks with the smiley face swirled into the topfoam.
"Mean ole levee
taught me to weep and moan;
it'll cause a mountain man
to leave his home."
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