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Flinched

I flinch at the growl Of the junkyard dog And his hot breath on my neck It is a cinch He is going to rip me apart If his chain has one more inch My butt would be in a pinch I'm praying that chain will clinch And lynch That devil dog Just outside those snapping jaws And under those razor claws Back over the security fence I hope no one saw me flinch The junk man is In his office space Laughing as that Yorkie Licks his face What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver 5/29/19

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Line Gauthier

Date: 6/4/2019 5:34:00 PM

LOL don't blame you for being so jumpy, Timothy. A delightful poem with much rhythm.

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/4/2019 6:56:00 PM

I'm flinchy

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/29/2019 1:59:00 PM

Hello Timothy McGuire, we all have our fears of some sort. For me it is elevator I got stuck in some, now I take the stairs. have a nce day my friend.

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/29/2019 2:23:00 PM

Thanks Darlene! You too!

P.S. Awtry

Date: 5/29/2019 1:43:00 PM

Oh, you got me! I could just see this big black nightmare hound salivating and viciously barking.... One of my fears. Best of luck in the contest!

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/29/2019 2:23:00 PM

Thank you PS

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 5/29/2019 8:09:00 AM

Lol! Too funny! I happen to be Yorkie sitting at the moment. Been over a month, and that terrier bark frenzy every time she thinks she hears someone is going to be the death of me. Glued to my side, and me with noise sensitivity. ;)

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 5/29/2019 2:24:00 PM

That is funny! Thanks Maureen