Here's the story and it goes something like this:I slowly walked away from the mailbox that dreary day, reading what I would soon realize was my "dear John" letter.Bottle after bottle was laid waste to wash away any remnants of her,only to end up wandering down that private drive we'd strolled together so many times before.But as the sign at the end of the drive said...the relationship was a dead end.Thought I'd give it some flair. Hello, MCI?
Here's the story and it goes something like this:
ReplyDeleteI slowly walked away from the mailbox that dreary day, reading what I would soon realize was my "dear John" letter.
Bottle after bottle was laid waste to wash away any remnants of her,
only to end up wandering down that private drive we'd strolled together so many times before.
But as the sign at the end of the drive said...the relationship was a dead end.
Thought I'd give it some flair. Hello, MCI?