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The official name is Contrails No more than condensation The alternate one Chemtrails poo pooed across the nation I can't help notice months go by With none in sight Are we to understand that No plane has taken flight Yet, when they Return The skies are cross hatched Such coverage in true Journalism Won't be matched I've discussed it with My brother who many topics broaches When they return I call and say There's sprayin the cockroaches

Copyright © | Year Posted 2022




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Date: 5/9/2022 6:41:00 PM
Interesting title; interesting read... Pollution is NOT the solution; that's for sure. ~ Corey Cockroach
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Date: 5/7/2022 11:24:00 AM
Like the ocean, we get flushed every day! Well caught?! Aloha!
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Date: 5/7/2022 10:39:00 AM
ThanX Vickey. I followed unhere from Michelle Faulkner's. Like your dont eat clowns humor, too. Anil
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Anil Deo
Date: 5/7/2022 12:25:00 PM
Wise brother. When all else fails, I ask forgiveness & smash the round hanging fruit, if any. ThanX, SMILE, people will guess I have been up to poetry.
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Vickey Rhymer
Date: 5/7/2022 10:58:00 AM
Thanks.you know what to do if attacked by a bunch of clowns?Go for the juggler.My brother told me this one today when he stopped by for coffee.Have a good afternoon.

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