Look Look LOOK! Look At What My Angel, My LaTrish, Brought To Me This Morning (Wheel’d About in a Stolen Walmart Shopping Cart! Good Gawd! How I Love This Woman!–We Think On The Same Same Wave-Link)

Food!

“But Why?”

I Always ask her when she throws something nice at me

Always get the same respond:

“Because You’re a Good Man Lance.”

How do she think she know? I’m an asshole.

Why has she ‘blessed’ me? I am an atheist–She knows this.

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This time I did not ask. I just said,

“Thank you”

And then I kissed her cheek,

Threw my arms around her and embraced her deep.

Whispered in Her Ear,

“I love You Dear.”

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“Food! Glorious Food!”

“Angel of the Morning”

Juice Newton

With her Extensions

So ‘Eighties’–Lovin’ It! 

Why is LaTrish so good to me?

I Have No Words.

They Get Stuck in My Throat,

But My Heart Is Bursting

I am not worthy of such acts of human kindness

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Glorious Food!

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