Exasperated,
as I couldn’t publish my writings in a magazine, news paper. That was just some
fifty years ago.
I
was then day-dreaming to hang my writings anonymously on gas balloons and have
them flowing, flying in the wind for someone to find and read them.
But
the thought dawned on me were I as rich as a Rockefeller, to hang on my
balloons ten-dollar notes and cheques of thousand dollars instead and fly them
all over the country.
Shoot
them! What fun. Ha.ha.
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