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Old Man Named Woody

Old Man Named Woody


There was an old man named Woody
Always asked himself if could he?
he then walked lots
then smoked two more pots
he couldn't get up and stood-he.


Written: Oct. 30, 2015
Theresa
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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November 3, 2015 at 3:00 PM
good limerick :) SKAT
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November 3, 2015 at 4:03 PM
Thank you so very much SKAT for your commenting on this penned limerick of mine..... have a great week ahead ...... huggs Theresa
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November 3, 2015 at 5:15 AM
Hilarious! Poor Woody your name didn't help much! Ha-ha! You made my day, dear Theresa M.H.
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November 3, 2015 at 4:00 PM
Aaah Demetrios, your great comment made my day even brighter.... Take care and have a great week ahead..... huggs Theresa
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