My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.
John BarrymoreI would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.
John BarrymoreMy head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today.
John BarrymoreI would like to find a stew that will give me heartburn immediately, instead of at three o clock in the morning.
John Barrymore