everything I buy
Everything I buy is delivered in enormous trucks
not milk, cheese, meat and bread, right? asks a naysayer.
No. They are delivered in a car by my butler, Bucks.
Because I do not like to go into stores, said the mayor.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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