Monday, August 1, 2022

Let the dog golf: a letter from prison for the abomination of kissing a slave.

 

Golf the dooglet.

Love is higher than a mountain; gratitude is expensive.  SSN is cheap to come by.  Such was that way that the morning cheese was quite something to enjoy in a precious moment, and then to hide away, as it were, in the doldrum of the office, an emotional vacuum.

Four wheels good.

Two wheels okay.




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