You know what really bangs on my head like a hammer ‘till dawn?
Senile old peoples. Like
when grandmaw starts-a-thinkin’ I’m still but five years of old, and
then she aims to take a stick to me back behind the wood shed.
Or when she goes to the fridgidaire to get’s herself an ice
cold sodi-pop and just stands there for about three hours just-a-wonderin’
what she’s there fer. I
know it was three hours ‘cause I timed her one day.
Then I come home from hard day of possum huntin' just to find out
grandmaw had herself another episode.
Shucks, she’s had more episodes than the frickin’ Andy
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