Good Advice
When I was a small boy, my father said to me. Don’t stand head long in a strong wind, when
you have to have a pee.
He’d give advice to anyone, man woman girl or boy. He even went as far as giving some to
our dog Roy.
He would say stuff like goose grease is good for your hands. Or if you want to make glass,
first you need some sand.
But the best advice he gave me, just to let you know, was never, oh no never, ever eat that
yellow snow.
Copyright © Peter Timmins | Year Posted 2010
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