Did he like me?
A little bit
Did he love me
Sure
His pipe
The Orange
The Lemon
The Pickup
Smells like pipe
Do you smoke?
No, I'd say
A rusty bucket rattles at 60mph
He made things grow
He made things go
Ripe beefeaters
Slept anywhere
Menudo on Christmas
Stir the broth
Cut the tripe
I miss the taste
Four pensions
Telenovelas Six to Eleven.
Fluffy pink bunny slippers
A content man
From San Diego to Anchorage
He built the roads you drive
His hands in all of it
To escape reina, perhaps
He outlived some of his kids
Overcome with grief on the table
He feared dying
Death came anyway
He cheated at Gin Rummy
Aye, Papa