I guess I'll never forget her. And maybe I don't want to. Her spirit was wild, like a wild monkey. Her beauty was like a beautiful horse being ridden by a wild monkey. I forget her other qualities. - Jack Handey
I have just had such a good laugh over this poem, sent from a friend. It's by Leonard Cohen. It is the best kind because it makes me laugh, and then feel a bit sad.
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This website is called "banjeroo" only because I play an old Vega banjo in the clawhammer style (with gusto and minimal skill), and because one of my gazillion nicknames is Roo. Hands up if your nickname is also Roo. (Let's see, 1, 2, 3... 68,399,264 of you? Wow.)
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