Fretless at the Get-go
Though the Welsh have the worst sort of folklore for our situation: Discouraging the sturm and drang surrounding pie & sausage platters. We can still take our pranks to a more ocean-view. We are still dependent on a network of enormous baskets to earn our living, and all the acrobatics needed to maintain them. No amount of lightning can change this. and I’d prefer the insides of one of the more sultry chanteys. Though I’d be quite lonesome without you, Month of Sundays, with your rollercoaster designs and your army of local collaborators. Though I have nothing original to add, and have worn out six pairs of handlebars just getting here, with your name ringing as a brighter, unfinished warning.