The IRS decided to audit Grandpa, and summoned him to the IRS office. The IRS auditor was not surprised when Grandpa showed up with his attorney.
“It sort of is curious, a man works for us, and yet they’re highly thought of, and nobody likes me,” Trump said. “It can only be my personality.” Yes. Yes, it is
Lines so plain I didn’t know, at first,
I was living in a poem.
This August my niece Holly will drive
the Mother Road. She’s a writer & I say:
Don’t miss anything: not cornfields, chili fries,
maple syrup farms, not the Big Texan
Steak House in dusty Amarillo…
That time’s lost now, when a stone could hurt,
when a feather missed its wing,
when sky kissed clouds and grass kissed dirt
and nothing thought itself just a thing.
Love is complicated. Courtesy is simple. Start with courtesy.