Uncle Dave's Car
Poetry
And Jack primary. Yeah, it's represents. I'm Dave Scott. I read the truth my own thing. Today comes from our lives. My sister is good. See? I said, by his side. Here is zoom back across that guy. And not some hedges down. He's over a sidewalk. And our busy part of town. Has zipped a longer waiting room. And say it made him stop. My arm can go up and take it from. And then it angry cooked. I told our mother out to dance. The answer, of course, we did except for uncle Dave.