CAROLINE 234
'I hired Suds, she makes it happen - from deep down
south she's ended up here. Every morning, in a new
green hat, she's making coffee before I know what's
up. My wife takes a handle to the message, my cousin
Bernie, claims he doesn't follow that. This large, red
barn I'm standing in is filled with cows - they stare at
me, looking as if to understand, or at least find, something.The world's a rich man's paradise; for those who've not
got it, I suppose it can get fairly boring. But we all
are that to which we were born. It's now
Caroline, called 'Suds', every morn.'
'I hired Suds, she makes it happen - from deep down
south she's ended up here. Every morning, in a new
green hat, she's making coffee before I know what's
up. My wife takes a handle to the message, my cousin
Bernie, claims he doesn't follow that. This large, red
barn I'm standing in is filled with cows - they stare at
me, looking as if to understand, or at least find, something.The world's a rich man's paradise; for those who've not
got it, I suppose it can get fairly boring. But we all
are that to which we were born. It's now
Caroline, called 'Suds', every morn.'
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