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Impromptu

my car breaks broke that is the pads wore from wear where in just one day on my way to work driving every five inches i'd stomp the peddle then release until another five inches slam to a stop again and start stopping not wanting to work but to play

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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 4/30/2019 7:13:00 AM

L o l. I have been lucky (or stubborn) work has always been play... Then again, a day off is always more fun.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/30/2019 8:23:00 AM

Ah excuse me, postal employee here. Everything you here about THE absurdity is very true. Thanks Maureen.

Alkas Poetry

Date: 4/30/2019 3:41:00 AM

Hi, Jeff... tremendous roll this one of broken car, that breaks the will ... Stop at each stop when Do you want to stop and play? Enjoy life instead of working hard on the crazy road!? Road that will give in nothing more to spoil cushions .. What to do, stepping on the gas? ' stop every five inches? Solve it yourself my friend ... salute alkas

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/30/2019 4:25:00 AM

Thanks so much Alkas. Actually I am taking off work today. This poem is somewhat true; I'm having brake troubles, but my Cuban mechanic, Antonio, not Jesus... ah that was another poem... said he could squeeze me in Wednesday. Oops sorry for the ramble. Thanks always Alkas.

David Mchattie

Date: 4/29/2019 7:59:00 PM

Sound like a lot of work just to get to work. Have a great day my friend.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/29/2019 11:35:00 PM

Thanks David. I was told 22 years ago that the hardest part of my job was coming in Jajaja.