Luann by Greg Evans and Karen Evans for April 23, 2014
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Transcript:
Gunther: "Am I being too adventuresome?" Rosa: "Not possible" Quill: "Smile!" Luann: "NO PHOTOS!!"
“Now fades the last long streak of snow Now burgeons every maze of quick About the flowering squares and thick By ashen roots the violets blow.” (Alfred, Lord Tennyson/ 1809-1892)
My Irish girl is giving me a long-suffering look…off to bed she goes…’Nite all! ;)