One hundred 'n four t'day.....or maybe one hundred 'n three....whatever, it was triple digits the first time this summer...a hot time in the old town t'nite....has an entirely different meaning at this stage of my life.....
I c'd tell about Willie chasing a chicken 'n they were both walking but that'd be a lie...Rusty walked but Willie ran from side to side, back 'n forth, all the way up the street 'n back down....'course, when he got back home, his tongue was almost dragging the ground 'n he drank so much water I tho't he was gonna burst but he didn't....now both of 'em are splayed out on the floor dead to the world....at least until I turn off the lights 'n tell em "Bedtime, boys!"
'and on that, g'nite Mrs. Calabash wherever you are. J. Durante
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