Down The Road

Though my trip is not far down the road, I am taken to a different time


where I am being cowed by road-hogs.


Double take.


The one with the most hat always figures it out first.


Dressed up, and down the road we stroll.

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Straight ahead, one furrow at a time.

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Look around fellows, I am not your worst problem.


And out of the wagon grew a big silo! And the horses pulled and pulled but they could not pull the silo.


A hayride in the literal sense of the word.


Stuffing their igloo lunch box between them, they thought about ice-cream, Jell-O, and how weird everyone was.


When I started taking their picture, they remembered who they were . . . and turned away.



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