On Friday, 20 September 2013 09:48:31 UTC-3, John H wrote:
snip....



You really should go back and read some of your posts, Don. I think you'd be surprised at the antics

you've performed to keep Harry happy.

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John H.




Wow, Johnny.
Harry seems to dominate your every waking hour. You're starting to remind me of Skipper (RIP) as he slipped near the end.

Read the following lyrics of a popular song and see if anything applies to you.

"When I look up to the skies
I see your eyes a funny kind of yellow
I rush home to bed I soak my head
I see your face underneath my pillow
I wake next morning, tired, still yawning
See your face come peeping through my window

Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you

Windows echo your reflection
When I look in their direction now
When will this haunting stop?
Your face it just won't leave me alone

Pictures of matchstick men and you
Mirages of matchstick men and you
All I ever see is them and you

You're in the sky and with the sky
You make men cry, you lie
You're in the sky and with the sky
You make men cry, you lie

Pictures of matchstick men and
Pictures of matchstick men and you
Pictures of matchstick men ...."