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Curses, Roiled Again

Jill Biden decides, 'I'll open my purse' 
  Says gently, 'Honey, your mind's getting worse'
    Joe said, 'Wutcha mean?'
    'My brain is still keen
  It's my loose lips that are such a darned curse!'

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Tom Cunningham

April 30, 2023 at 10:27 AM

Haha, I've been guilty of that, I've a rule now, engage brain before opening mouth. Tom

Gershon Wolf

April 30, 2023 at 8:45 PM

Ah, just shoot from the hip, said Leo the Lip. lol

Sara Kendrick

April 30, 2023 at 4:34 AM

And his equilibrium is also a little out of sync. He keeps falling more and more often. I enjoyed the humor in this one. I think both parties need to get some younger men in to run for office with some new thoughts, ideas, and energy. Thanks for sharing and dropping by my page. Sara

Gershon Wolf

April 30, 2023 at 8:46 PM

You'd think that out of all the over 35's eligible to run for President, we Americans only can think of these two used dishrags, Biden and Trump. What a country!