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math them-attic-attacks

anything can happen... as ridiculous as it sounds like a...lodged-hic can... end-tear one's mind and so some... 't'-(rain-a-sour-ass) rump starts yelling farts claiming that the game board is his and... so too...is your future len

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Paula Goldsmith

Date: 3/8/2025 9:17:00 AM

What a creative write you have here. Have a fun day as you write away.............

Sand Blown
Date: 3/9/2025 8:31:00 AM

mhaha....for a second there (don't know why) i thought your shirt was rcmp.....mmhahahaaa......len

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 3/6/2025 5:56:00 AM

Dear Len What a delightfully absurd and playful piece that embraces the spirit of nonsense verse. I loved the way you've blended wordplay and unexpected imagery to create a surreal and entertaining experience. Yes, poetry can be a playground for language and ideas, where the rules of logic don't always apply. Spring Blessings, my Dear Friend, Daniel

Sand Blown
Date: 3/6/2025 6:59:00 AM

mmmhahahaaaa.........thankyou : ) len