now that we don’t have milkingwe can travel says your mother andI agree—there are lots of placesin rock county I haven’t seen wehaven’t visited chamberlainspring in newark town
O hail to thee O great tvwho fills our waking hoursearly and late and in between wespend our lives before the screenplenty to do stare at the viewit’s inviting it’s excitingit’s deli
hard-hatted burly friendly menare digging two holes in front ofmy large red brick victorian house seen lately on the front page of thestate j-r, albeit as backdrop. the pitsplunge down into the berm (
with all the interest in the filmjulie and julia and also localcooking schools let me tell you astory about my springfield friendtom(doc)durr he was attendingthe culinary institute of americawhen juli
city city count the cost how many book folk have we lost?one—two—three—four—no one reads any morefive—six—seven—eight—let us set the record straightnine
I long to be back with pam hiking the cornwall coast the waves far below curling then crashing but there’s no pamto hike with anymore I long to be backwith jessie amid the bluebells
rockin’ rollin’ down the pavementrockin’ rollin’ down the pavementlisten to the great computermobilelisten to the great computermobilecan’t — stop —&nbs
wyatt, seven, sequestered(by choice) in the large closetunder the front stairscell-phones his motherfour times with differentinstructions on how he wantshis sandwich prepared thenphones the kitchen ag
it’s new years eve it’sfrigid clear and there’sa blue moon I have seenblue moons before andexpect to see a numbermore but I will probablynot live long enough tosee another blue moono