Into the warm fall afternoon,
Joe headed out, clad in winter jacket
To hold the audiobook player
As he pulled the wagon up the hill
And rode the wagon down.
“My stomach is sticky,”
He commented later,
And immediately was struck with the giggles,
Made worse when I said, ironically,
“When I woke up this morning,
The thing I hoped for most
Was hearing an unusual sentence
That I had never heard before.”
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