Everyone else has already gone through the procedure. They say it will help Arthur, that it will fix him. If only it didn’t itch so much …
The storm was approaching. Coal-black thunderclouds brewed above the fallen, smoldering timbers of John Willard’s former house.
Each 4th of July our family leaves town
an’ meets with kin folk at the ol’ hoedown.
Baked taters hit the spot; roast does the same,
but the day’s highlight is the baseball game …
For heaven’s sake, Mr. Editor,
We aren’t even twins!
Hey! You over there, nice hair!
Your afro looks funky fresh.
What do you say? Want to share?