grandma grable gets a stable.

finger puppets in the porchlight
swinging wild berry glands of off beat
oft forgotten long lost shoulder wounds
hip replacement latter ladder saints
you better forget everything i've told you and remember nothing of what you've seen here today this long list of mediocrity is no better than a lisp on a short stick walking the dog in august misty heat of two ton town wrecking balls
clumsy afternoons where you watch spiders build traps of litmus paper
stuck to the inside of your long lost cowboy boots of childhood