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Be Sure To Buy Roundtrip Ticket

Be Sure to Buy Roundtrip Ticket (Just in case.) In America, we are always so spoiled Like lavish living and nothing soiled Never need to handle anything with care There is always good old wash and ware. When you want to know how things grow For everything is an elegant TV show If things stop working or won't connect On line, right person you can select. Computer even came with a cookbook Which is where my wife seems to look; To make sure she doesn't miss a stage Goes ahead and prints out one more page. Cute English people are clustered together And why with all of that lousy weather I too would surely start raising a fuss To good old USA, should come along with us. Of course, I know from their perception For every rule their is at least one exception In USA, people protested and started to picket Aren't you glad you bought a round trip ticket. James Thomas Horn Retired Veteran One more to go before I call it quits for a while.

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Date: 9/10/2014 12:46:00 PM
seems like a fun parody, james... your wit shines!.. huggs
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Date: 9/10/2014 12:55:00 PM
How in the world did you find my poem and where are you from? I live here in Bolivia, NC. There are people from all over the world in PoetrySoup. Quite impressive. Jim Horn
Date: 9/10/2014 7:59:00 AM
Haha great poem :) Much enjoyed! -Juli-Michelle
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Date: 9/10/2014 12:58:00 PM
And how did you come upon my poem that I just wrote a short while ago? Having people from all around the world is stunning and incredible. I am from Bolivia, NC, married for 48 years and receiving messages from all of you nice young ladies. Not only that, now I have to find time and go back and read some of your poems which I surely want to do. Jim Horn

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