tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13011960.post112778747560525730..comments2023-06-30T10:06:58.897-04:00Comments on Travels of a Coal Miner's Daughter: Better never late than late neverAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04581014185594764036noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13011960.post-1127814090030790862005-09-27T05:41:00.000-04:002005-09-27T05:41:00.000-04:00Long one you got here today. Missed my second cup ...Long one you got here today. Missed my second cup of coffee over it. And you KNOW how I hate missing a cup of coffee. Or, at the very least, you should be able to infer how much.<BR/><BR/>I like the way your thoughts/words/phrasing jumps about and chases itself (and others) all around the page and yet somehow (usually) ends up still making sense. Sometimes barely, but always usually. <BR/><BR/>OK, I have said more than I set out to. Shame the posies gotta die, but better posies than _______ (fill in your own thought provoking noun here).Ramblin' Edhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06526791657037100123noreply@blogger.com