With one foot in the grave, Willy was an odd character. Coffee in one hand, extra shoe in the other, he always hopped around town early in the morning waving hello to the people he passed by. One warm, bright morning he met a women. On one hand she wore a glove and carried coffee, and from her clenched teeth dangled the end of another glove. Willy waved, smiled and tilted his hat to the women. The women sat her coffee down, waved back, smiled and gave him a small wink as she admired his narrow, bony legs. And that was how One Foot Willy met One Hand Marge and fell in love.
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Sunday, June 23, 2013
The Narrow Legs Of One Foot Willy
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