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You Can'T Win

Sanguine Fine wine Blind date She's late Bread sticks He licks Tick tock Of clock Waitress Cute dress High heels He reels Chat up He's cut Hope dies He sighs Had fill Pays bill Went out Heard shout "No tip? Tight git!"

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/18/2015 2:18:00 PM

Theresa, Congrats on your FOOTLE POEM win. LINDA

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 4/11/2015 10:40:00 PM

very cute set!!! Congrats to you.

Theresa Stephens
Date: 4/12/2015 8:04:00 AM

Thank you Andrea, glad you enjoyed reading. xx

Jan Allison

Date: 4/7/2015 11:40:00 AM

dropping back with my congrats Theresa:-) Hugs jan xx

Theresa Stephens
Date: 4/9/2015 6:06:00 AM

Thank you Jan, much appreciate your lovely comments and support, All the best Theresa xx

William Gray

Date: 4/6/2015 4:07:00 AM

Hi Theresa, Great piece, enjoyed very much!.

Theresa Stephens
Date: 4/9/2015 6:07:00 AM

Most grateful to receive your very welcome comments, thank you xx

Jan Allison

Date: 4/5/2015 2:21:00 PM

brilliant string of footles - the last one is simply priceless lol good luck in the contest:-) Hugs jan xx