From the garage came a clatter
So I ran to see what was the matter
The door spring lay on the floor
Broken, it could pull its weight no more
As I stood above it in wonder
So I ran to see what was the matter
The door spring lay on the floor
Broken, it could pull its weight no more
As I stood above it in wonder
At what had stolen its thunder
Inside me rose this fear
That I might be looking in a mirror.
That I might be looking in a mirror.
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boy, you've gotta stay right on top of this blog to see the juicy stuff.
Uh... you mean the juicy stuff about garage door springs, or the juicy stuff that gets deleted as I come to my senses? :)
1) I've said on more than one occasion, you're a poet.
2) But I think your spring might have sprung ;).
3) Glad you were able to celebrate your anniversary prior to that happening (and belated wishes to you and your "lovely lady Jane" :) ).
Thanks Robin. Yes, my spring has sprung, indeed.
Dan-
The latter. Which you're going to need to get up high enough to fix your garage spring [sic].
FYI - the actual garage door spring has been replaced. As well as the supports and everything else on that side. I tell ya, when one of those suckers snaps... LOOK OUT!
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