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Idle Jottings

Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep In avian society talk is cheep ** A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’ ** The police came along and I’m locked up with felons But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons ** My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer The thing is, she’s batty, the geriatric, old duffer

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Date: 9/20/2022 8:30:00 PM
(chuckling) Gosh, I hope I don't ever wind up in the hoosegow for admiring a ...hmmm, loose gal? Oh, well....
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Terry Flood
Date: 9/21/2022 1:29:00 AM
Honest to God, Guvnor, it was her water melons… and she didn’t seem too bothered when I squeezed her buns!
Date: 9/20/2022 6:45:00 PM
Regarding the 'grocer girl's melons,' Terry. Just remember: You can't elope with cantalope. ~ Public Service Message #1.
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Terry Flood
Date: 9/21/2022 1:30:00 AM
I’d sooner elope with an antelope. I’d refer to her as my deer wife.
Date: 9/20/2022 4:26:00 PM
Very clever, Terry. I'm the geriatric old duffer, hopefully not yet batty, but then, how would I know? Elizabeth
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Terry Flood
Date: 9/21/2022 1:39:00 AM
No geriatric old duffer, Elizabeth. Of course, if we all stop using punctuation, we’ll all seem like teenagers. Thatswhatireckonanyway innit

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