Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to right.

Clowns to the left of me, Jokers to right. Here I am stuck in the middle with you. When you started off with nothing & your proud your a self made man & your fans they all come

running. *Cause when the feeling's right I'm gonna run all night, I'm gonna run to you, Yeah I'm gonna *run rabbit run, dig that hole, forget the sun. And when *at last my love has

come I'm gonna run rabbit run until I catch you and turn you into a pie. "No, no, no!" she yelled. "That's not how you play this game. No pies are allowed!" Her sister kicked her

That was when I ended this thing we call "sisterhood."

Resolved, I set out alone, hitching my way to San Jose with nothing but the clothes on my back & my Michael Kors purse. By the time I got to Wichita, I thought maybe I was wrong

to bring my phone with me. It was an old rotary dialer, but it was still an unwanted connection to a past I wanted to forget. In Wichita everything would be

sun flowers as far as the eye can see. I hopped into my air stream and crossed Kansas leaving my old life behind. But then my disconnected rotary rang, "Hello, Past Calling."

It was a long deaf chrysanthymum now coloured red. It once was yellow and became orange. Amazing!

What was not amazing was trying to finish this story. But knowing that Slim, 49erF., lucie², Gibber, P.Prof and B.Heath had contributed, it was sure bet it would be entertaining.