05-27-2013, 04:32 AM
Tomorrow, I'll have served in the United States Army. And Sarah that works at the bank on Main Street, since the banks won't be open, she won't have that excuse anymore. So while I'm remembering and resting in front of my grill, I can work hard on undermining her new excuses.
This is your poem. My tribble comment isn't a poem. It doesn't require artistic merit.
This is your poem. My tribble comment isn't a poem. It doesn't require artistic merit.
