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On Sunday, my S.O. and I Drove to see Chorus Line At the Stratford Festival. A matinee. Beautiful day. We left the Refineries of Sarnia For fine entertainment. The Avon flows gently Buoying white swans gracefully. Blah... blah... blah. All very real. You can see why it's called, Stratford; There could be no other name. A good choice. Best Shakespearean Festival in N.A. She explained all this to me on the drive. If contrary people suffer From low self-esteem, I didn't help The situation. As we drove through rich, green farmland, Grazing cattle. She asked why some barns Have ramps leading to the barn doors. Well, says I, *The farmers, because of the economy, Have to sell their livestock in parts, So the ramps give easy access for the animals Back to their stalls.* Huh, said S.O. That's so thoughtful! Timing is everything. Sincerity in voice, critical. Hurry on to a new topic. Someday, for sure, she'll tell someone, somewhere About the considerate farmer. She will. Timing. Like the kick line. Like a punch line.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
A Drive to Stratford
On Sunday, my S.O. and I Drove to see Chorus Line At the Stratford Festival. A matinee. Beautiful day. We left the Refineries of Sarnia For fine entertainment. The Avon flows gently Buoying white swans gracefully. Blah... blah... blah. All very real. You can see why it's called, Stratford; There could be no other name. A good choice. Best Shakespearean Festival in N.A. She explained all this to me on the drive. If contrary people suffer From low self-esteem, I didn't help The situation. As we drove through rich, green farmland, Grazing cattle. She asked why some barns Have ramps leading to the barn doors. Well, says I, *The farmers, because of the economy, Have to sell their livestock in parts, So the ramps give easy access for the animals Back to their stalls.* Huh, said S.O. That's so thoughtful! Timing is everything. Sincerity in voice, critical. Hurry on to a new topic. Someday, for sure, she'll tell someone, somewhere About the considerate farmer. She will. Timing. Like the kick line. Like a punch line.
Stratford, Ontario, Canada Sarnia, Ontario, Canada
francie-lynch
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 6:47 AM UTC
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