1995?, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

I think that in the year of 1995;
The Department Rehabilitative Services tried to teach her
how to drive.
After that, luckily all of those out on the road are still
alive!

She got her license; but she never used it on a car;
Her license has not gotten her very far.
Now she uses it to buy beer and cigarettes; it makes her
poor little body have much regret.

For, the cigarettes are totally and completely unhealthy;
Aside from the fact that she is not wealthy.
She really can't afford them;
But, she and her common-law husband hoard them.

They know that it would be best to quit;
For it gives them many-a-coughing fit.
They want to live, not just survive;
They're lucky that they have bad times; but, sometimes
thrive.
Posted: 2011-11-07 05:51:27 UTC

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