wayne_sa
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penmanship on a winter's day
Luke trudged through the snow, scratched his beard and banged on the door of his neighbor. "Zeke," he shouts; "come out here. I wanna talk to ya about yer boy!"
Zeke opened the door. "What's yer bellyache Luke?"
Luke's eyes flashed angrily as he spat his tobacco into a snowbank. "I found me some yellow writin' in the snow beneath my Emily's winder."
"What did it say?" asked Zeke.
"It said, Homer loves Emily!"
Zeke just laughed and said, "I'll talk to Homer about writin' in the snow."
"Well that's jus' the problem, Zeke," said Luke. "It weren't all yer boy's fault. I'd reconize Emily's handwritin' anywhere..."
Luke trudged through the snow, scratched his beard and banged on the door of his neighbor. "Zeke," he shouts; "come out here. I wanna talk to ya about yer boy!"
Zeke opened the door. "What's yer bellyache Luke?"
Luke's eyes flashed angrily as he spat his tobacco into a snowbank. "I found me some yellow writin' in the snow beneath my Emily's winder."
"What did it say?" asked Zeke.
"It said, Homer loves Emily!"
Zeke just laughed and said, "I'll talk to Homer about writin' in the snow."
"Well that's jus' the problem, Zeke," said Luke. "It weren't all yer boy's fault. I'd reconize Emily's handwritin' anywhere..."
