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In the Line of Duty

I got a splinter from the Laundry basket made of straw. I banged into the stepstool So my shin is red and raw. I knocked a chair right over And it fell onto my toe. Another one’s still injured So I’ve only eight to go. These wounds are all the products Of my sad attempt to clean Which is obviously, not to me, A part of my routine.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/20/2017 9:29:00 PM
Ha! Very funny! I've found as I get older things start jumping in front of me and out of my hands! Strange!!....;0)....Great write!!......Pat
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Date: 11/20/2017 7:08:00 PM
Oh my dear friend, this is serious ... you have 'war wounds' and need complete rest and not to be on active duty until you are healed - and splinters can take years she says tongue in cheek - so forget the cleaning!!!!!. Thanks for making me smile Ilene:-) hugs jan xx
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