. . . bop
Just for the record, this Bop Bop is no cowgirl. But, Dan Seals is a boy-cowgirl who really understands the bop within.
Within Me.
Wikipedia, you sadden this Not-Cowgirl Cowgirl by not only throwing it out there, but also by sealing (I laugh) the deal with providing the link to slap me in the face for a second time. To-the-max slap, complete with the whole he-passed-away-looking-off-into-the-distance-cyanotype-man-of-integrity portrait. Oh, and then this gut punch:
'He will forever be remembered for his gentle smile, easy going demeanor, his enduring faith and endless generosity.'
I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be a temporary Cowgirl,
. . . . or or or . . . . .
. . . or just let this Bop Bop cry-baby-bop for the Baby Boomer Bopper . . .
(R)oper (I)-eeeper (P)eeper!
Which just leads me to here,
TEARbopTEARssshhh!
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