Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Poor Places

I moved here 10 years ago. All I have now is Jesus Christ.

Keep the bricks there, they prevent the bugs from crawling up my bed post.

Close the window. The wind tends to blow the rain in at this time, and I cannot stand up to close it myself.

This pail goes here, that one goes there.

I don't like the food they bring - it's very fishy.

I have to lie down every so often.

You mean the gate is finished?

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