I replied, "I'm not sure, it's hard to keep track"
Because they can spend years at sea.
17th January. What year Every year!
My mom asked Gravity, I replied.
Asked the bartender. "From my husband," she replied. "But I thought he was out of town " he asked. "So did I!" she said.
He lost track of thyme. Happy Thanksgiving.
All seven or eight of them.
It's hard to keep track.
The tracks were unfinished.