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Till My Wings They Get All Sore-A

There's this sweet young lassie named Laura When she visits, l fall down on the floor-a So excited am I My heart, it doth fly Till my wings, they get all quite sore-a © Jack Ellison 2015

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Laura Breidenthal

Date: 5/14/2015 6:41:00 AM

I'm super late reading this, but I'm glad I did. (: Don't hurt those glorious wings of yours.Always, Laura

Jack Ellison
Date: 5/14/2015 12:53:00 PM

If it wasn't clear enough, the Laura was you dear Laura!!!!! Santa says he loves you a whole big bunch, huggsies xxxxxxxx

Honestly J.T.

Date: 4/26/2015 10:40:00 PM

always a funny one coming from you -J.T.

Jack Ellison
Date: 4/27/2015 6:40:00 AM

You are very kind, but I'm not to blame... it's my warped brain!!! LOL Thanks, Jack

Carol Eastman

Date: 4/26/2015 11:30:00 AM

Now, Jack... Angels have wings... and well... after reading some of your limmericks... Well, I gotta tell you... I'm just not sure that... you do. Teasing...

Jack Ellison
Date: 4/26/2015 11:51:00 AM

So you must have missed my interview with Anderson Cooper on CNN discussing my flying exploits! LOL xxx

Tim Smith

Date: 4/26/2015 8:35:00 AM

This is great-a .....is that close to eh .....lol

Jack Ellison
Date: 4/26/2015 8:38:00 AM

Yup, coz I'm Canadian... eh!