Jack: What are you doing, Dee? Dee: I'm writing a poem for Edith. Jack: A poem? Dee: You know - for a certain holiday. Jack: For Lincoln's birthday?
Since he’s 3 weeks early, he has plenty of time to polish his poem, unless he has to send it across the country by dog sled.
Bill Hinds
August 01, 2014
Since he’s 3 weeks early, he has plenty of time to polish his poem, unless he has to send it across the country by dog sled.