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Regions Unexplored Heretofore

Exploring regions unexplored heretofore my body springs to attention like a rusty door… O, that I had listened to Doctor Gore I wouldn't be near this sore ... For ‘There’s no known remedy ~ for the early middle-seventies’

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Date: 4/17/2024 3:44:00 PM
I was gonna say gin helps… but I just got up to pour one… and I made that ‘getting out of a chair’ sound. Crikey, I’ve succumbed to the curse of the rusty door! I vow never to make that sound again ;-)
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Date: 4/17/2024 6:43:00 AM
well, there's one.....but we don't wanna go there....
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Date: 4/17/2024 6:25:00 AM
truth to your witty words, Gershon. I especially liked: "my body springs to attention like a rusty door." Great image...and spot on.
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Date: 4/16/2024 10:23:00 PM
Gershon, your poem made me laugh so hard I got sore myself. :D
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Date: 4/16/2024 10:21:00 PM
Everyday a new ache appears, getting on in years sucks big time lol. Tom
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Date: 4/16/2024 9:37:00 PM
I hear a little humor here. Laugh. It is part of the cure.
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Date: 4/16/2024 8:21:00 PM
Gershon, True to form and fate. Found a remedy for the silver blues in this one. -Richard
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