and let go of the banana…I got my hand out of the jar.
Thought I really needed that banana, but I don’t. I’m not a monkey. Why would I settle for the life of a monkey?
I deserved more. I stood my ground. Not my loss.
and let go of the banana…I got my hand out of the jar.
Thought I really needed that banana, but I don’t. I’m not a monkey. Why would I settle for the life of a monkey?
I deserved more. I stood my ground. Not my loss.
a journey of joy 
I had that problem, only with pickles. I am a pickle, so I accepted my fate. Glad you could escape.
I hear it’s rough being a pickle. At least that’s the word on the street.