Originally posted by @shallow-blueHis manager helped him to success and helped destroy him, isn't that so?
Started out good - there were better, but he was good, and his manager made the most of him - ended up a peanut butter, jam and bananana monstrosity.
Originally posted by @divegeesterNot that good. He returned all my correspondence return to sender.
How good was this lad.
Arse hat. ðŸ˜
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Originally posted by @torunnAFAICT, more like didn't stop him from destroying himself. He didn't supply Elvis with drugs; his doctors did, and Parker tried to stop them but failed. Why he didn't do more seems to be an unanswerable question, but greed, lack of experience with that kind of situation, and Elvis' own stubbornness all contributing.
His manager helped him to success and helped destroy him, isn't that so?
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Old Shep. It's all about Old Shep.
:'(
When I was a lad
And old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows we'd stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
We grew up together that way.
I remember the time at the old swimmin' hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old Shep was right there
To the rescue he came
He jumped in and then pulled me out.
As the years fast did roll
Old Shep, he grew old
His eyes were fast growing dim
And one day the doctor looked at me and said
"I can do no more for him, Jim"
With hands that were trembling
I picked up my gun
And aimed it at Shep's faithful head
I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run
I wish they would shoot me instead
He came to my side and looked up at me
And laid his old head on my knee
I had struck the best friend a man ever had
I cried so I scarcely could see
Old Shep, he has gone where the good doggies go
And no more with old Shep will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven there's one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home.
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Originally posted by @ghost-of-a-dukeThat poem makes me feel sentimental for the past: So many good friends, gone.
Old Shep. It's all about Old Shep.
:'(
When I was a lad
And old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows we'd stray
Just a boy and his dog
We were both full of fun
We grew up together that way.
I remember the time at the old swimmin' hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old Shep was right there
To the rescue he came
He jump ...[text shortened]... will I roam
But if dogs have a heaven there's one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home.
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Originally posted by @wolfe63I get to 'his eyes were fast growing dim' and even now I get a lump in my throat.
That poem makes me feel sentimental for the past: So many good friends, gone.
