The bird is naught but a pile of bones
in a bag headed north to make soup,
the remaining meat is destined for sandwiches,
there's hardly anything left of anything else
just a little ham on the bone.
The hungry masses have been fed
the wife and I are off to bed...
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Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ...."WOW! What a ride!!!!!"
LUNCH with THEOLDMAN...On a break for now...