Food bar.
We bust a gut.
Now, burping.
Wal-Mart.
She tweaks a curler.
Bra strap falls.
Reclinin' cheer.
My wife gets up...
Mine. All mine.
Garbage.
Thet shed next door,
so handy...
Moths
have left ther guts
on my winder.
June wedding ~
for a bride
divorced in May...
