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Michael McGregor wielded a wild flyswatter
he used it in places he not aughter.
Each swat made a mess
causing wife distress 
so he up and ran off with their daughter.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Marcum Wong Avatar
February 11, 2020 at 4:50 PM
Uh oh....big mistake for Mr. McGregor when the mrs. catches up with him. I'm with her. I can't stand seeing insect blood on anything. I have to admit I have murdered flies too! Lol xxoo
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February 11, 2020 at 9:07 PM
Thanks for commenting, Connie. Too bad McGregor didn't have an electric flyswatter: no blood, no splatter, no messy foreign matter. It's another of society's great leaps forward (smile). * * * I hope life in Hawaii is treating you and your loved ones exceptionally well. Hugs, Paul
Laurie Avatar
February 10, 2020 at 4:22 PM
G'day Paul … I think that when his wife catches up with him it won't be a fly swatter he'll be worrying about - thank you Paul - Lindsay
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February 11, 2020 at 12:03 PM
I think you're right, Lindsay. It is as English poet William Congreve said: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." I feel sorry for Mr. McGregor. Thank you for commenting. Hugs, Paul
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