tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170344419935209478.post2468825208865496838..comments2015-05-14T14:48:15.067-07:00Comments on My LIfe Without Morrissey: Moz in RuffAndyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14225278950931345525noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170344419935209478.post-53341480938144850642012-04-17T11:31:43.837-07:002012-04-17T11:31:43.837-07:00Where there's a Willoughby, there's a way!...Where there's a Willoughby, there's a way!! Somehow a blue rose will make it to the stage.Andyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14225278950931345525noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170344419935209478.post-90686621330572141242012-04-17T02:40:12.630-07:002012-04-17T02:40:12.630-07:00The Rats Back may not read it either but I do. Get...The Rats Back may not read it either but I do. Get your rose to the front....you MUST.<br /><br />Perhaps a BLUE ROSE.<br /><br />TRBTRBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16100816785745181767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1170344419935209478.post-55652016399827835492012-04-17T01:04:33.388-07:002012-04-17T01:04:33.388-07:00Morrissey may not read it but I do. Wearing a rose...Morrissey may not read it but I do. Wearing a rose was not uncommon throughout America; the trick is to get them into the front row, or throw them on stage just before I come out for the encore.<br /><br />Just Very Softly, <br /><br />Our MozzerMorrisseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00105796548165381277noreply@blogger.com