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Blue Cheese and Old Pickles

Don’t ask me again how long. A good joint could last awhile. That blue cheese smell gave gags, the price for sky-high smiles. Don’t ask me again how many. Really, who remembers them all? Some were fun and young, others old and small. We all had a shelf life. No more swinging from the tree. A grocery bag of memories of that wilder side of me.

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Date: 4/10/2025 12:27:00 PM
Congratulations! Humor in this one, Beau!
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Beau Barberis
Date: 4/10/2025 12:45:00 PM
not biographical! :)
Date: 4/3/2025 4:11:00 AM
Congratulations on your win dear poet. Cheers!!!
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Beau Barberis
Date: 4/29/2025 11:20:00 AM
thank you!!
Date: 3/18/2025 2:48:00 PM
Oh Beau. This is delightful. Your last two lines sums it nicely. :)
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Beau Barberis
Date: 3/19/2025 12:14:00 AM
I'm glad you liked it! Thanks so much for the comment. I love your profile picture. So cute.

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