I rather watch the sun come up while looking out my front window than trough the blur of empty beer bottles.
My little white terrier, Jessie, runs to the edge of the deck, every morning and looks right and left, while baring. I used to think he was giving fair warning to the squirrels he was fix'n to terrorize. I've come to realize that he's singing.
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