My Future Husband, The Poet

by nicolecallihan

So, I was clicking mindlessly through email, paying not a lick of attention to the sender when I came upon this jewel:

Plates
Key
Radio
Title
Hmm…I thought, a little poem! I wanted to know what was playing on the radio. What was this “key”? What did it unlock?
Then I looked at the sender: Cody. Hmm…I thought, not a little poem. Actually, Geico has decided to total our car, and this is a list of items we must surrender to them. Apparently, the ole wagon’s innards have been rotting away due to a little run-in I had with a horse a few years back.
The thing is, it looked normal enough, beautiful even:

Is there a song called Goodbye Summertime? If so, cue it now.

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