After weather, what is there
to talk about? We could discuss
aches and pains, but think we
should leave them where they are
hidden. Under a thin veneer of
Tylenol and Goody Powder's.
We could talk politics? Nope,
We are good friends.
Maybe, television?
Nope, all the news is bad!
Maybe, the wives?
Nope, we're both divorced!
Hey, what do you think
The weather's going to be
Tomorrow?
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