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Beach Ball in a Suitcase

So my son is knocking up The alphabet at the worktable He's onto the letter 'j' (Should it have a hat or not?) "Downward stroke, with a curl, Then stab his face." He's onto the letter 't' (The Romans pronounced it 'tay') "Downward stroke, then slap Him across the mug." The ancients kept reversing and Rotating them I do the same with my son And as he's tucked into bed I regret the bloodthirsty Language I used Be careful what you utter To a child "Dad, I'm going to blow your glasses off."

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Date: 2/24/2021 2:31:00 PM
Thanks for the laughs! Each poem is great. Where IS this cafe you speak of?
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Christopher Allen
Date: 2/24/2021 6:51:00 PM
Hi Ann. Thank you for your kind comments. That cafe is still going, but due to the pandemic I've not been there for a while. I hope to return to it.
Date: 2/2/2021 7:47:00 PM
This missive is innocent and delightful.
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Date: 2/2/2021 5:23:00 PM
Hello Christopher Allan, thank you for the humor, it is good to laugh. enjoy your evening my friend.
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