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The Day After

The new-fallen snow looks so lush As it silences us with a hush; But the tires and the boots Seem to be in cahoots Turning all of that beauty to slush!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 1/22/2014 9:34:00 PM
this is fantastic limerick-ing!!! Love it.
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Date: 1/22/2014 8:15:00 PM
I absolutely love limericks, and this one is certainly no exception. What fun! Made me laugh sitting here alone even.
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Date: 1/22/2014 7:38:00 PM
If the temperature allows, that's what wil happen. But when it stays cold windsheild wipers won't be a slappen'. If they can even break away from the ice. Kind of makes slushy sound kind of nice. Peace. :)
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Date: 1/22/2014 7:09:00 PM
Loved it! Well written! My best, chuck
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Date: 1/22/2014 4:01:00 PM
:) Oh dear oh dear oh dear.....SLUSH is not nice! ;) Poor dear. I do like mush though...like mushy poetry! ;) Lovely poem, my dear.......Hope that lushness comes back....or....do you want it to stay away? Hugs!
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