but this I'll try for you, my friend.
You begged, you plode
(which means pled, but I had to find
something that rhymes with ode)
Kira is by me, the master of odes.
But she's drawing a blank, so here I goes...
ahh, crap. I'm no good at this.
Instead, I'll just show you a picture of my grandpa riding his tricycle.
Sarah and I met in St. George last weekend to visit my grandparents. They live in a retirement community and all the old men go out every morning for a ride on their giant tricycles. My grandpa loves this thing. He tells me, "You can ride a tricycle when you're a little boy and you can ride a tricycle when you're an old man." So my sister found this t-shirt and bought one for her son and one for my grandpa:
By the way, Kira and I had a fondue party tonight. It was nothing like the epic fondue party we had in AZ, but there were some good memories relived tonight.
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