On sunny days we chased the furniture around the room.
For God’s funeral, we donated food and scooped a contribution from the plate.
The bumper sticker provides us with a useful lesson.
When we found the lost child we gave it back.
Our neighbor keeps offering us the use of his tools.
We can’t help suspecting the last was at least as good as the next.
When they talked about our life, we knew it was our life, they used our names.