What do we
do now, dear…
I’m actually
talking to myself.
Living one
sided conversations,
One man’s
alone time with himself.
When you are
finished with the kids,
And grow
weary traveling France…
Give me a
call and return home,
I’m sure we’ll
have that one last dance.
A mental old
lady in Yakima,
In error,
thinks we are friends…
While you
change planes at JFK
She’s
changing her Depends.
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