CHRISTMAS : THE ROAD RUNNER’S RACE IS RUN
As Wile E., last coyote, I am legend : the chase is all. Wild fire, a boom, a crash, a rock, the nine and ninety ways that plumb lucky bird will have a family Christmas and I the darkest evening of the year, again, under “The Giving Tree”
Still, I can dream : 90 minutes in heaven, my halo slipping only slightly as just in time, my scheme to bring home to “Holly Springs” by judicious application of Acme’s Holy Smokes, the bacon, or rather, that bird, comes true
Wile E. Coyote, a.k.a. Alan McAlpine Douglas
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