(this isn't a poem, it just kind of looks like one)
The truck is waiting to be picked up.
The Internet, cable, and phone are turned off (still have cell phones and satellite radio, of course).
The boxes are sealed.
The Wymers in Wilmore experiment is just about sealed.
Thanks, Asbury.
Thanks, Grandview.
1 comment:
I feel like my mother - when I read your blog today it made my eyes well up :)
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