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Door To Door

i'm your mail man i'm your milk man can you be my milk can can you be my in box flag up delivery special express extra butter letters let her open my package drink my heavy cream on top not one percent or low fat forgetting that i'm a vacuum salesman on the side disclosure no babies we're made during these love scenes

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 9/9/2019 9:33:00 AM

The last stanza got me laughing.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 9/9/2019 8:07:00 PM

You know the old jokes Richard. Thanks.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 9/9/2019 7:58:00 AM

Lol! What Caren said. Awesome piece luv. xomo!

Jeff Connelly
Date: 9/9/2019 8:06:00 PM

Maureen you were the first person to comment on my poems. You also gave me the best advice, to title my poems; because the first batch were all titled "impromptu"; because that's what were. Now they are still every day impromptus but with twisted titles; so thank you for that Maureen. (I also must add Maureen that you have asked and so know more about mi Musa; as well as I take humor to make my heart stay young.)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/8/2019 7:32:00 PM

This is absolutely 100 percent hilarious! Well done! Bravo Jeff!

Jeff Connelly
Date: 9/9/2019 2:02:00 AM

Laughter truly is the best medicine Caren. Thank you.