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Dorothy Puts her Foot in her Mouth

a foot hangs out of Dorothy’s eager mouth
she never drops it
because she needs it
if anyone can say the wrong thing, it is Dorothy
We recently suffered two deaths.
“Deaths come in threes,” she told me.
Someone else had a barking dog.
“You are a bad dog mama,” she said.
Is she insensitive or incredibly stupid?
Possibly a little of both.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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