When I die, and close my eyes for the last time in the hospital room, an instant later I'll open them, sit up, and see this.
Then, I'll get up and walk toward the horizon, looking for my teepee, my horse, and my indian wife, who hopefully will have something tasty cooking on the fire when I get there.
Wait a minute - what indian wife. J
ReplyDeleteYou told me you were part Cherokee, and hey, I've got Choctaws on my side, so I guess you can be either one.
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