So, I continue to go through my papers.
Guessing she was on a business trip – JDW…
***
After midnite, alone.
Felt blessed my parents could afford a pool.
Drinking vodka and
listening to Hoyt Axton.
Horny? Oh, my God , yes,
no Girl Scouts better try to break in.
No.
And the fire I feel for the woman I love…
But the dogs and I are on guard.
If I can wake them up,
I’m sure they’d be dangerous.
Miss my wife,
like an oxygen tank.
And I dream in the evening
she brings me wine.
Gypsy Moth,
come home,
Gypsy Moth.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1OaJrHb7S0o