Drummer, beat, and piper, blow Harper, strike, and soldier, go Free the flame and sear the grasses Til the dawning Red Star passes

She paid using the prettiest credit card, and then left it with the ticket seller as a gift. Along with a minor curse—a bladder infection and diarrhea—just because she was Baba Yaga, and certain things were expected.

Life is like a garden, you reap what you sow

Absolutely. I - you know, he was so that much a part of my life that, you know, Elvis, you know, once - once you bonded with him, I mean, there was no - there was no going back. He was just a great guy.

Written By Priscilla Presley

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