Golf
Maybe I'll go to the driving range this afternoon. Hit a few. Oh that's right. I have a chronic pain in my back... Maybe I'll go home and have a beer; maybe watch a hockey game. I keep forgetting the storm knocked out the cable last night. Maybe I'll get into a profound conversation with the wife. I keep forgetting she's not happy with me. Maybe I'll die in obscurity. Maybe I'll just fade away... I guess I'll postpone the golf game... Save it for another day...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2014
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