WHAT AM I DOING
IN RED HAT?
A cardinal virtue is a cardinal sin,
and there's 34 miles to any next town.
I tell you, Janey, I can't live like this.
There's no sputtering place left to run
to, but this one sure just won't do.
And I gave at the office already.
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My Ford Falcon blew a gasket Tuesday;
busted a nut the very next day, and then
went flat by the weekend, on all four
wheels. There it just sits, by Weston's
Farm/Feed Discount, and I don't know
what to do.
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I've got no appointment anywhere, but I
kind'a wish I did - makes one feel wanted,
I would think. Anyway, this apartment
all smells like toast now.
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