My generation burned them but I don't recall anyone hanging them on a tree by the side of the road for all to see. I went to the grocery store first thing this morning. After I returned and put the groceries away, I then followed Herman over to the garage so Larry could put the new tires on my car. Herman had bought them a few days ago. We left my car there and Herman drove us home. As we came around a curve on an old country road Herman spied this pink bra hanging from the limb of a tree. We were left to imagine the story behind it. Maybe it's better that we don't know. I know it's silly but I couldn't resist.
Herman is out mowing the lawn now, and I'm on my way downstairs to make a cake. I declare, we get more done before nine than the U.S. Army.
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