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Anxiety, I Don't Like Heights

I don't like heights, I get the frights When I stand upon a ramp. And they call me chicken When I get giddy licking A standard airmail stamp. There's no variety to my anxiety I can't wear high heeled boots And I hope your intention Is never to mention Those dizzy fairground chutes. Don't show me a ladder, I've got a weak bladder. Hot air balloons aren't cool. Let me thank the Lord Who must have been bored When he made me 4 foot small.

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Date: 3/1/2017 9:34:00 PM
Good sense of humor once again Ray! Enjoyed your anxiety!~Che :)
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Ray Gridley
Date: 3/3/2017 5:02:00 AM
Thanks Che. Glad you enjoyed it.
Date: 2/24/2017 6:54:00 PM
Ray Gridley, you're funny!
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Ray Gridley
Date: 2/25/2017 4:05:00 AM
Thanks Sunlite, it's good to have a laugh.