For TG br br If i could lend you my legs for a day, would you br - pour your own juice, & br - wash your own bedding, & br - flush your own Peg Tube? br br Could i br - sit in yr chair, & br - crab @ the Staff, & br - tickle my manhood to boobs on TV? br br Would you go find a real br pair, to love, honor & br Obey, then laugh your belly laugh for the br br Joy you’d rediscovered? Or br still spend your day br deciding your bed would look better along br br that wall, the one you moved it away from, br yesterday, Or would you br find your old br br Truck & finish the Job you started back br then, after you found br yr Son’s mother in bed w yr “friend, ” veer off that br br Lonely bridge on br Rt.26, meet that br Maker who sent you- having found the eternal buzz- back, br br -in a cloud br -no short term memory, w br -Terminal munchies, but also br br - half a lung, no br -driving privileges, & br - legs no longer up to gravity's challenge amid the br br frustrated echo of the br foiled attempt spiraling thru br the squandered days that follow, strike a br br deal allowing you to sit out eternity in br cuckold heaven, sharing a bed w br the Little Androscoggin? br br Whatever you might choose, i would still lend you my legs, if br only for a day, if br i ever could.