
cheese is like a kiss without/
a squeeze.” Cheesehead truth.
When we hate going/
to bed, it’s often just a/
sign of loneliness.
Don’t sit under the/
apple tree… Because you’ll get /
covered with brown goop.
I found my Scriptures./
Now I have no more excuse,/
‘cuz that’s all it was.
Such a strange evening:/
Full moon, cow herd mooing, trucks/
moving, trains wooooooing.