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A belt keeps pants from falling down Or gives the loops employment. A song that’s belted out may give The audience enjoyment. A belt of Scotch may calm the nerves But there is no denyin’ The brightest belt is in the sky On he who hunts, Orion. One belt can lay a boxer flat And factory surveyors Keep track of goods that travel On the belts we call conveyors. What prompted this was Henry,* Such a proud, excited fellow Who just passed his test in Tae Kwon Do And earned his belt of yellow! *my 4 ½ year old grandson

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Date: 3/18/2018 5:11:00 PM
I'd never thought of all the meanings of 'belt' until reading your delightful poem Ilene andmany congrats to Henry on his Tae Kwon Do belt, so wonderful to see him starting sport at such a young age:-) hugs Jan xx If you have time please drop by my collab I posted yesterday i think you will appreciate the humour:-) hugs jan xx
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