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A ladies' man named Winston MacWilt
pursued many women to the hilt.
He eyed every skirt
ever ready to flirt.
But he died touching a Scot in a kilt.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Lamoureux Avatar
February 10, 2020 at 8:38 AM
Ha ha, a dangerous move for sure.
Schneiter Avatar
February 12, 2020 at 8:20 AM
Thank you, Richard, for commenting. Apparently, Winston didn't know the difference between a kilt and a skirt . . . should have been more alert. All the best, Paul
Laurie Avatar
January 13, 2020 at 4:38 PM
G'day Paul … he should have gone to specsavers Paul - thankyou - Lindsay
Schneiter Avatar
January 13, 2020 at 8:54 PM
Alas, he skirted good judgment and lacked insight. You're "smack on," Lindsay. Thanks for commenting. Hugs, Paul
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