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Southern Hippie

I once knew a lad from Mississippi Who was known for being rather lippy His retorts were rude His mannerism crude And strangely, he was a sixties hippie. written September 23, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 9/27/2021 9:49:00 PM

He is not like any hippie that I know, and I thank God for that.

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/28/2021 8:17:00 AM

You are right, Caren. He is not, but the rhymes worked perfectly. I came up with the first two lines and had to go somewhere with it. Do you ever do that?...have a good idea that gets locked up somewhere in the middle?

Line Gauthier

Date: 9/25/2021 7:42:00 AM

Yes indeed that is strange, fun message

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/25/2021 8:29:00 AM

Thanks for your comment, Line. I really appreciate you.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/24/2021 10:40:00 AM

That hippie’s a bit snippy now…lol

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/24/2021 2:18:00 PM

Yep, but I pay that no mind, Kim. He seems to have grown more so with age, however.

Delice Arleen Skelly

Date: 9/24/2021 9:12:00 AM

"Those were the days my friend" That song sprang to mind when I thought of the sixties...Delice

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/24/2021 2:25:00 PM

Yes, they were, Delice. I remember them so well. I was a young man and so full of vim and vigor. And, indeed, "we thought they'd never end!"

Constance La France

Date: 9/24/2021 8:59:00 AM

Milt, lol, your hippie forgot about the peace, love and flower power, well done limerick, I enjoyed it very much ~ peace and tranquility _Constance

L Milton Hankins
Date: 9/24/2021 2:30:00 PM

Thank you, Constance. You are right. My hippie wasn't very good at hippie-ing in the twentieth century.