Have to clean out the garage, I haven’t got to far, talking to Rapid-Fire about Wal-Mart’s snack bar. I know somewhere in there I’m supposed to put a car, but just like most, my garage isn’t up to par. It’s a storage place for any and everything, I just open the door and give stuff a fling. But I’ll get it cleaned out, yes I will someday, it’ll be spic-n-span, with everything put away. No one will recognize my garage anymore, especially the neighbors who live next door. His garage is even worse than mine you see, I think I might rent him my storage facility................
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Jim AKA Rapid-Fire Publisher/Editor of WRITE ON!! Poetry Magazette
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