Amid a Bevy of Red Roses in the Bed of a Twaddle Truck

If you don’t get this there’s no need to go radish or knock something over. Red roses remedy the lackadaisical. Would you like a piece of fallen green apple tart, all the way from Wenatchee? The red roses he gave me I squeezed into gravy he poured on his raspberry pie. By the time we were…