I remember when I
was five or six
***
a crazy old man
took up residence in
the abandoned well
on our property.
***
he was always yelling, as I recall.
***
Then, one day, he moved away.
***
Soon after a
skeleton moved in.
***
Weird but true.
I remember when I
was five or six
***
a crazy old man
took up residence in
the abandoned well
on our property.
***
he was always yelling, as I recall.
***
Then, one day, he moved away.
***
Soon after a
skeleton moved in.
***
Weird but true.
t r e f o l o g y 
Dark as a deep dark well, that one, Geo.R
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The old guy moved to the city. Had a great life. I don’t know what became of the skeleton. Thanks, B.
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He didn’t move to a farm?
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How could i keep him on the farm after he saw Paree? Thanks, EH
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Oops!
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Haha Thanks, Sadje
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You’re welcome
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In your humerus well, George, there lie funny bones.
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Actually I think I may be suffering from an imbalance of the humors. I must see a bloodletter! Thanks, E Sum.
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Ooooo Lol! :D
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Thanks, C.A.!
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Well, well, another well-told tale.
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That is welcome to hear. Thanks, Pam
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Moving to the great life in the city sounds like heaven to me.
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I’m more of a middle of nowhere guy, but the city is cool, too. Thanks, Geoff
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Poor old guy! :)
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My first apartment wasn’t so great either. Better than a well, I guess. Thanks, Nancy.
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As my dad would say; well,well this is a deep subject! :D
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Haha A wise man. Thanks, MM
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They say if you look too much into a well, it will start looking back at you…
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That’s why I always try to look good before staring into one. I want the well to think, “Now who is that smart looking dude?” Thanks, SH
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Ι admire your cunning!
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I guess the skeleton wasn’t well, too amused! Cute and clever George!
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Thanks, Diane!
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Shaking my head… You have such a strange mind, tref! :P
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Thanks, Betsy!
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Stuff like that used to really happen on my ancestors’ farms in Appalachia. :0
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I think the old man just wanted a nice dark, well to stand in for a while. Something to call his own. Then it was off to the city to find his fortune. Thanks, LuAnne
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I wonder who’ll move in after the skeleton….
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Squatters rights in California say that skeleton can stay as long as it wants. Thanks, Chel!
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Ha! Well, maybe who moves in after it decomposes.
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me. :)
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I suppose the skeleton can’t live there forever. Or, maybe it can. But I’ll let you know if there is any movement. Thanks, AK
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Yikes. *shudder*
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Actually, it was a very nice well. With a 360 degree panoramic view of a well wall. Thanks, S.
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Well, wasn’t that clever! as always)
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Thank you, 00 and I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
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Hey Man, no apologises needed – life – understood. You’ve been an enjoyment now for years. So thanks for that.
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How’d the tea taste?
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It tasted like assam, ceylon, kenyan, and keemun, heated with water and milk & sugar! And I apologise for the lateness of my reply. Thanks, CBH
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CB is a tea guy. Both the Kinks and The Who pay ode to the beverage. No apologies in order fella.
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