We don’t know what to do about Paul. Paul, our Paul, our old friend and comrade! He used to be such a laugh, Paul. He used to be good fun. He also used to be very poor, poorer even than the rest of us. His mother died when he was little, his father when Paul was just old enough to leave our village, seeking for fortune, like so many of us did. We remember the last night before he left, when we met at the lake to share one last smoke.
He Has Picked Some Odd Habits On His Travels
He Has Picked Some Odd Habits On His Travels
He Has Picked Some Odd Habits On His Travels
We don’t know what to do about Paul. Paul, our Paul, our old friend and comrade! He used to be such a laugh, Paul. He used to be good fun. He also used to be very poor, poorer even than the rest of us. His mother died when he was little, his father when Paul was just old enough to leave our village, seeking for fortune, like so many of us did. We remember the last night before he left, when we met at the lake to share one last smoke.