Miracles

Well blow me down, miracles still happen Life is still made of pure silk and satin A really big surprise If our outlook is high Unless by chance, a bunch of poop you walk in

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Patricia Cresswell

Date: 8/21/2017 1:36:00 PM

Supposed to be good luck. A rumour started, most probably, by a dog owner too lasy to stoop and scoop.

Jack Ellison
Date: 8/21/2017 1:47:00 PM

You are probably right, Miss Patricia! Lovesies, Jacko xxx

Lim'Rik Flats

Date: 8/21/2017 7:54:00 AM

I just walked in to see what condition your condition was in! GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!! 10 days without internet and I'm still standing! Thank goodness I had coffee:-) Tough to go that long without my Jackfix though;-)

Jack Ellison
Date: 8/21/2017 8:01:00 AM

YEEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! It ain't been the same without ya!!! WELCOME BACK SIR JOHN JOHN!!!

Russell Sivey

Date: 8/21/2017 6:28:00 AM

No, no I don't step in poop! But remember Jack, I grew up on a farm, and we had sheep, and they left little pellets everywhere, so yes, I have stepped in their poo! It's not fun either! But your limerick is a lot of fun my friend! I loved reading your tremendous piece this morning! Such a funny poem, Great Work!!

Jack Ellison
Date: 8/21/2017 6:32:00 AM

Hmmm sheep pellets!!! LOL Guess you had to do some fancy dancing eh!!! GOOD MORNING MY FRIEND!!!