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The gift of blab

I might drive you crazy and that's for sure, so please don't come a knocking at my back door. Serve me brewed coffee and soon you will see a wired Chatty Cathy. If you really want to be cruel slip me a can of Red Bull. Many moon ago when I learned how to walk, unfortunate for some, I learned how to talk. The irish call this the gift of gab, to others its just blab, blab, blab.

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Date: 7/25/2021 11:47:00 AM
My son is like that; if you listen to him, he will never stop talking!
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Date: 7/25/2021 9:21:00 AM
Creative and funny Nancy! Well done :)
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Date: 7/24/2021 2:03:00 PM
Nancy, I love the craziness in this chatty Red Bull fueled write. Go Irish! -Richard
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Nancy Kaufman
Date: 7/25/2021 9:02:00 AM
thank you and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Nancy