Pretty Funny.. were the words etched into the wooden picnic table top:
The Stories an Island could tell... but she can't open her mouth:
Like who owned the 65 Mustang once that was rusting in the bushes... with the Pony still in the grill: ?
Pretty Funny:
There was a thin man wearing turtle framed glasses behind the podium: almost yelling,
"Who I don't know? Who ever wants to participate" his message.
"Frailty should be hung up in City Hall for all to see."
If all the adult children came forward , how many senior homeless would be left?
There my friends is the truest form of an evasion of tax.
Pretty Funny, carved into the top of the wooden picnic table at the end of the Cohen Road on Big Pine at the boat ramp.
Ah the stories an Island could tell...........
Our truth may be well worth the investigation.
Just ask anyone on staff.
Recurring dreams less then assuring:
Meeting people indirectly along the way... you never met.
Today a word to pay, Tomorrow nothing said:
All the privileges liked him any way:
Pretty much:
They called him John Beam because he worked as a custodian at the minimum security prison and handed out nips to the prisoners.....
He shared his Spirits............
Since when did people run out of caring?
Pretty Funny If An Island Could Talk.
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