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♥𝙖𝙙𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚♥
In those days constant moving was the lot of an Austrian customs official. A short time later, my father was sent to Linz, and there he was finally pensioned. Yet, indeed, this was not to mean "res"' for the old gentleman. In his younger days, as the son of a poor cottager, he couldn't bear to stay at home.
TODAY it seems to me providential that Fate should have chosen Braunau on the Inn as my birthplace. For this little town lies on the boundary between two German states which we of the younger generation at least have made it our life work to reunite by every means at our disposal.
Doesn’t have to be much, this time around it was 2 of 501 brownies only 90 calories each. But they do the job do you know what I’m saying? They get me going and they get me riled up a little coocoo, a little wacky.
Start getting me a little kooky, a little you know would be whoopy wo-oooo! Hey somebody put this kid in a padded cell give him a straight jacket, he’s go little wacky. Go little kooky. He’s off the walls, bananas loco.
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