the better known version;
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.

a not so well known version;
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells,
And marigolds all in a row

Like with any long lived, beloved writing the above has at their roots humor, in this case a good dose of maybe cruel mockery and politics. Regardless of the pedigree this little ditty is very adult in origin. Dissident to say the least as it was treasonous to mock royalty. As for me? I just like to get my feet dirty. Don't you? Like my feet dirty that is.

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We all cream for ice cream!!!! Went downtown the other night for a wee snack. I was so hot. Got a big 'ol chocolate ice cream cone and wouldn't you know it just as soon as I touched the thing it started creaming all over me. With summer approaching and record triple digits all up and down the East Coast I'd thought I'd throw out a little something, something for my foot lovers. This phenomenon seems to happen to me quite a bit. I've had pop cans practically explode with the slightest coaxing. Ketchup bottles eject their contents in great gushes when cradled in my hands. I flip off the top and squirt goes the sauce all over the table. It's something I've learned to have fun with. People don't complain, oddly enough, when champagne geysers in a great arc across the room. Or steak sauce spews forth in great globs of dark deliciousness. And certainly it's made me a fav amongst my most intimate friends as you might well imagine. In fact please do. Always remember there much more of me to see at my Nite Flirt Photo Page or you can talk to me live on Nite Flirt. I am so looking forward to that.

What I saw on my trip to the (really) big city.

What I saw when I got back to my (really) small town.

A year cannot go by without me making some acknowledgment of the time's passing. I'd like to be able to say the last year was taken up by something romantic, adventurous, dynamic, dangerous. How would it sound that I was in the middle of some international intrigue? Too much? Why not me? Somebody's got to do it. International intrigue I mean. Would you like to hear about my year long travels with oh say Norwegian Royalty. Ballooning over the great savanna's and farmland and mounts of the world. Oh if it were only so. I was busy, you see, cutting a swath broad and deep through the concrete canyons of financial districts everywhere. Making killings of all and any manner. Alas, no. No I was not. I have busied myself with the adventure and romance and danger of everyday living. And making photographs. And chatting up the most delightful folks that call me through Nite Flirt.

Just to follow up on the below. Simply: he's doing fine. College you know. Just like any other kid. With so, so many people being found innocent of crimes charged through DNA after decades of prison time this miscarriage of justice was rectified relatively quickly. Nearly immediately. Though DNA didn't play a part in this, just good old fashion common sense, the outcome still speaks to the nature of the US legal system and the fact that while far from perfect it's open to righting itself when acted upon by the appropriate forces and circumstances.