“Little old ladiesspeed away in their wheelchairs,frightened meals on wheels.”
“Little old laidesspeed away in their wheel chairs,frightened meals on wheels.”
“The months roll by like wheels on a wheelchair. Pretty soon it’ll be July. Feels like just last month it was May.”
“Can I have a Happy Meal?""don't you think you're getting a little old for that?""I'm only seven, Dad.”
“We're meals on wheels," Jenni said with a bitter laugh. "Chewy center is what it's all about," Katie said gloomily.”
“It's always the idle habits you acquire which you will regret. Father said that. That Christ was not crucified: he was worn away by a minute clicking of little wheels. That had no sister.”