I said I’d be back and here I am. My “more later” may be a fool-you too often but not this time.
Chant. Awful. Tuneless. In grammar school, a woke priest made us sing Gregorian Chant. Awful. I want to hear the full blast of the organ. Like in times past.
Chant. Awful. Tuneless. In grammar school, a woke priest made us sing Gregorian Chant. Awful. I want to hear the full blast of the organ. Like in times past.