Memorys
Yes memorys are in our heads.
My sister worked in a drapery shop,
and had an older guy putting his hands on her at 14 (stop)
....she could have told father who would have slam dunked his hide....(flop)
my dad that threw an insurance guy over the front gate,
for trying to sign this boy up for unwanted insurance. mate, (tried)
So you see George Dibly was walking on dangerous ground:)
So he put his hands on her once more, round,
and she jabbed him with a long hatpin, 4 inch or more
he fell to the floor in near death shock,
and didn't do it no more...
completely cured, for sure:)
hatpins sure do rock...
Don
thanks Mikki....
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