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There was an old sailor who liked to swear. And his rot-gut rum he was happy to share. A cleric aimed to make him repent But saw the sailor as wholly content. Now the two are buddies bereft of a prayer.

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Catherine Labeau

Date: 6/1/2015 11:33:00 AM

and so we are friend

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/1/2015 3:23:00 PM

Forgive my density, but I'm not sure what you mean. Whatever it is, thanks for stopping by.

Skat A

Date: 6/1/2015 5:49:00 AM

the irony :D lol, enjoyed your write ~Luv S.K.A.T.

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/1/2015 3:15:00 PM

Thanks, SKAT A. Kind messages from you are a blessing. Love and hugs.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/1/2015 1:52:00 AM

Very clever limerick I especially loved the final line Paul :-) hugs Jan xx

Jan Allison
Date: 6/1/2015 3:25:00 PM

lol Paul you are too kind to me my friend:-) Hugs jan xxx

Paul Schneiter
Date: 6/1/2015 3:22:00 PM

A supportive Jan Allison message is among the best of all possible communications, taking second place only to winning the lottery (and that would depend on the size of the jackpot). Thank you, Jan.