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I Am Matchless

My fire has burnt out I can’t find a match to light it My coals are cold My flue turned down No sparks fly from my pipe Burnt wood in the fireplace No trees around to cut The last wood has split No more hot coco No more wine Just a bear skin rug Laying by a cold fire This last cord of wood Has lost it’s harmony I have lost my Match I am Matchless

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 11/20/2019 11:14:00 AM

Hilarious! And you ARE matchless, my friend! 1.) Nobody can hold a candle to you. 2.) You need a light, i.e., a match. Love this one, Bobby. Thanks, gw

Bobby May
Date: 11/20/2019 11:34:00 AM

You are always there to pick up my spirits GW!!

Line Gauthier

Date: 10/31/2019 9:51:00 PM

Bet your gal walked out on you and headed to the closest hotel. I'm sure you'll stock up for winter and never run out of matches again. LOL Enjoyed your poem, Bobby.

Bobby May
Date: 10/31/2019 10:13:00 PM

LOL Line