“What should I write about, Son?”
“You should write about the sky.”
“O.k.”
Dis guy stopped by;
he was the UPS guy.
Dis guy
handed a package to my young son.
The package was very large and very heavy.
He watched, amazed, as my son
lifted the package and carried it into the house.
He said, “Would ya look at dis guy!”
The end.
“There.
I wrote about the sky.
Now what should I write about?”
"You should take a nap, Mom."
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