Somedays, the words just find the page all by themselves.
Like Today .
Can I get you anything while I'm up? An antacid? A pinebox? A doggie bag?
Guten Appetit.
- bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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