12/19/08

Thanks

Another bourbon-stained shirt,
And he's been lookin' for work
Ever since the roof caved in;
And you wouldn't look twice except
His smile is nice,
On account of all the work that was done;
And your instincts tell you to not walk, but run;
But he talks really smart, and you've got a big heart,
So you slip him a couple of ones;
And as you walk away, he remembers to say,
"Hey, thanks, baby, I knew I could count on you."



December 19, 2008, for Jan.

Copyright © 2008, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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