Ok Abe, your up next
Ok Abe, you’re up next
Oh the fickle finger of fate
HG tags me..the hour is late.
I’ll be glad to pass on the spud..
Please…don’t drop with a thud
Our talented Abe will surely respond
By tagging someone of whom he is fond
This game is raucous, writing such fun,
For our Souper Abe ..take it and run….
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2009
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