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Corduroy Pants and Caps

How swiftly my thoughts fly now to corduroy pants and caps Facing a howling northeaster whistles, the rally of hunting dogs ~ the pointer locked, stock-still

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Date: 9/3/2021 11:51:00 AM
Well thought out and executed my friend.
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Date: 9/2/2021 4:34:00 PM
Oh, but your write made me have to seriously think. Imagery with a sense of misty deep senses has made my evening swiftly rally. I have been gone from Soup for many months and am happy to be reading your short, poignant and grabbing poems again! Be well ... CayCay
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Date: 9/2/2021 5:28:00 PM
Such a nice start to my evening to see your avatar pop up, CayCay. It's sure been a while... And then to receive the extra treat of a comment combining the best of erudition and emotion. Well, maybe too much for this elderly gent to handle at once. I'll have to give my rocker a real work-out tonight! lol. Thanks a million, CayCay. Joy forever. ~ Gershon
Date: 9/2/2021 7:56:00 AM
TALLY HO MATE....remember when you could tell the season by the sounds of roller skates and footballs?
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Date: 9/2/2021 5:56:00 AM
Great one Gershon. Such a long time, since corduroy! ;)
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Date: 9/2/2021 3:26:00 AM
Fun as always…been a while since I’ve worn corduroys. you paint a great picture.
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Date: 9/1/2021 11:36:00 PM
Time to ditch the shorts and he man vest lol. Tom
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Date: 9/1/2021 9:21:00 PM
Yep, it's getting that time of the year. I started looking at my L.L. Bean catalog today!
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