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Curfew

Midnight strikes the bewitching hour Earlier, if she wants to not meet her father's dour, When a virtuous daughter is expected to be home And the young man not to be considered a gnome, If not, all the relationships are likely to sour.
written February 1, 2021

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Date: 2/20/2022 10:24:00 AM
Life like poem, Milt. There's a lot of anxiety over curfews. Bill
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/22/2022 5:09:00 PM
So true, Bill. Thanks for the read and your comment.
Date: 2/3/2022 8:05:00 AM
Reminds me of the 1950's hit song "Wake Up Little Susie!"
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/3/2022 8:51:00 AM
Sing on, friend!
Date: 2/1/2022 3:14:00 PM
Hello Milton ... perhaps the girls father remembers what he used to get up to - thank you Milton - Lindsay
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/1/2022 3:28:00 PM
Oh, I think that is always the case, Lindsay. Always!
Date: 2/1/2022 3:06:00 PM
Never thought about that souring hour! Hmm…
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 2/1/2022 3:29:00 PM
Most young ladies don't, I suspect.

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