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Lockjaw Not Jim

Farmer Jim Dean would never get lockjaw. ‘Tho he learned of it early from his pa Happened before his morning rooster caw. Tore his foot on nail hidden deep in straw Hungry gray donkey gave a loud hee-haw. Did not look for nail – terrible farmer flaw. Horribly rusty, not a lah-dee-dah. Died by four o’clock of acute painful lockjaw

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/30/2020 2:17:00 PM

Cheery little thought for the day there during lock-down! LOL... I'm grinning from ear to ear thinking of lockjaw. (I must be slightly perverted or something). :) gw

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 6/30/2020 5:34:00 PM

I keep thinking I will get it but of course I never do. Once I made the mistake of telling my daughter I had stepped on a rusty nail. She had my rear end at a doctor's within thirty minutes getting a tetnus shot. I HATE tetnus shots; I kept arguing, but she is more assertive than I could ever be.