Every mid October, near November, I find my mind sneaking back to beautiful Texas. I had an/ /ass (donkey) so dumb that my dad named him Subliminal.. or somethin' like that. Once, riding through the field. we stopped near a/ /ridiculous , pathetic, icon that once had elected to another favorable trusting. Bush was the order of the day. Beautiful W. Listening././.rats at work, chaeating fate I guess. Sweet fragrance ot the bush for four more years, makes sense...At any rate, believable.../ /the ass (Donkey) made no sense,
Be wise. The Bush was for you. Cool water for thirsty folks. Sweet dreams.
