Edward D. Miller Yesterday I Had the Hiccups
I am allergic to being ignored. Please scratch my itches before I tip-toe back and forth along the bluff and find delight in my own compulsion to repeat. It’s a sure bet I’ll retaliate and grouse a regrettable phrase. Down the fire road on the left, where the horse flies lie in wait, one’s personality is downgraded to a debtors’ prison.