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Freedom Gone

I once met a gal from Miscogee A woman of rarest pedigree She offered her hand, For my wedding band So now I am no longer Scot free. written August 25, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 8/30/2021 7:01:00 PM

A lovely limerick Hank, full of humor.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/30/2021 7:09:00 PM

Ah, glad you liked it, Caren.

Delice Arleen Skelly

Date: 8/25/2021 11:41:00 PM

funny...Delice

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/26/2021 7:58:00 AM

Thanks, Delice. Not really, because poets are always free!!!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/25/2021 7:03:00 PM

Ah! Bang-on punch line, Milt! Bullseye! ~ Gw

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/25/2021 7:54:00 PM

Thanks, Gw. I appreciate your Bullseye and raise you a Bang-on punch line! (chuckling)

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 8/25/2021 6:41:00 PM

Hello Milton ... a wonderful play on words Milton. Have you learned to enjoy haggis yet? Thank you - Lindsay

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/25/2021 7:58:00 PM

Thank you, Lindsay. I'm not sure what "haggis" is, Lindsay.

John Lawless

Date: 8/25/2021 4:43:00 PM

well at least you haven't been "kilt"...

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/25/2021 6:24:00 PM

True. How true!

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/25/2021 2:37:00 PM

Funny :)

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/25/2021 3:28:00 PM

Thanks, Kim. That ring means freedom gone...in most cases!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/25/2021 2:21:00 PM

HILARIOUS!!

L Milton Hankins
Date: 8/25/2021 2:25:00 PM

Thanks, Andrea. I know better; I'll not do it again!