Honor Or Duty, The Craft of An Artist Is the Draw^Wings Of The Pass^Singers A Couple of Numbers?? Know It's The Stitch In Time that Delivers 'The Press'!!!!!

KGO Radio did the best of show on the Introduction of New Air Stream,

however did you know that the Bay Bridge was Called not that??,

it originally was named .. . . . . 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Francisco%E2%80%93Oakland_Bay_Bridge

the station played a) the funniest loop that I have heard in years,

knowing from tradition that the sheering was do a news on the whistle,

so great to have seen??,

no,

it was nicer that Neet on the Rocks going clear!!

To not say that make a stand,

to actually do the black out??

no,

it was the excitement of the wait!!

http://bayarearadio.org/kgo/kgo_walter-winchell_photo_1942.shtml

Just turned KGO on my Transistor in home radio connect,

the Station is Up and doing the Talk,

to you I say thanks for the steep bank,

many may say it was a risk,

I say it was a choice to say tender love not some continuation of mushy dubbed.

The gain is the lust,

frustration will air-on their facts as venting,

that is sooooooooo healthy,

good to the people to know that in an instant things can be lost,

in case particular your lane remained,

in pass sings people have just been blown to the bee.

Great X Port to be familiar with a full alphabet,

not the pea soup that splits rein for ratings for the worry of the lost,

grain the oat with groves,

redwood example the house,

it is the learn and the teach that increases the bit,

bridle Up Saddle on ,

now the Cinch or the girth will be the leg to ride?? a Mount?? or, the grounds??,

so, will it harness the hoarse or the view??,

cliff notes,

owe for The Blues.

Reminding myself of dg,

the foot bridge to Pier 39,

memory doors to tears,

yet the cheek key is the smile that I know I cannot lose,

for dg is the truth of decomposed granite???,

no,

it is the marble that statute on the slate to carve the vernacular by lyrics that have grown.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Walter_Winchell

As dg was an old cowboy telling the trues,

I love the brine of the salty lead stair,

go to the flight of the skies and the tell,

each picture of love is the face that does speak in simplicity of clouds on a fair.

Now on the giggle or that storm coming set,

I can say to the beauty of the Ocean of grit,

how is the whether on the style of release,

than in that dream of the wind on  its feat,

a whisper of a drawing the laughter of an elephants trumpet,

for in the silents of a stay the form of a cloud,

a cue mew lust or those bars that still write,

is it that candle in the Wind??