Miracles

Well blow me down, miracles still happen Life is still made of pure silk and satin A really big surprise If our outlook is high Unless by chance, a bunch of poop you walk in
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Cresswell Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 1:36 PM
Supposed to be good luck. A rumour started, most probably, by a dog owner too lasy to stoop and scoop.
Ellison Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 1:47 PM
You are probably right, Miss Patricia! Lovesies, Jacko xxx
Flats Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 7:54 AM
I just walked in to see what condition your condition was in! GOOD MORNING JACKSON!!! 10 days without internet and I'm still standing! Thank goodness I had coffee:-) Tough to go that long without my Jackfix though;-)
Ellison Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 8:01 AM
YEEEEEEEEEEEE HAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! It ain't been the same without ya!!! WELCOME BACK SIR JOHN JOHN!!!
Sivey Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 6:28 AM
No, no I don't step in poop! But remember Jack, I grew up on a farm, and we had sheep, and they left little pellets everywhere, so yes, I have stepped in their poo! It's not fun either! But your limerick is a lot of fun my friend! I loved reading your tremendous piece this morning! Such a funny poem, Great Work!!
Ellison Avatar
August 21, 2017 at 6:32 AM
Hmmm sheep pellets!!! LOL Guess you had to do some fancy dancing eh!!! GOOD MORNING MY FRIEND!!!
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