Goodmorning unclewest and candide, just sitting here on the porch watching the sun come up. The sight is awsome, through the trees on a cold southern morning. This coffee is also good.
No, no, don't pick up those cans and bottles from the porch, I'll get those, half of them are mine anyway.
The sun this morning can not be described with words, those words have not been invented yet. Polvie, when he finally wakes up, or Poet, or Jill, or Voltaire, or someone else on this ole porch might make up a new word for it, but I can't seem to find that new word.
Well, I guess I better get to cleaning up this ole porch before everyone else wakes up, that way everyone can enjoy it again.
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