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My New York Giraffe

A giraffe went out to buy a car. He didn't like nothin' that he saw'r. Maybe, he'd be more comfortable driving a convertible.

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thriveni c mysore

Date: 5/27/2025 9:18:00 PM

where would he seat his wife and three kids in a convertible? I heard he had a mother-in-law who was bit taller than him too, can't fit her in that family drive.. haha. lovely write dear poet. you sure drive away my blues. Thank you for today's smile dear poet.

David Crandall
Date: 5/29/2025 3:26:00 PM

Thriveni, hmm, yes, those are considerations! Glad this silliness gave you a laugh!

Tom Woody

Date: 5/27/2025 1:54:00 PM

Well, I'ma a geussin he's a gonna need a stretch limo convertible. Them long legs

David Crandall
Date: 5/27/2025 4:30:00 PM

Your right - hadn't thought of that - lol!