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Towel Foul

A lively young lady went down To the sea to bathe all unbound, She took off her suit, She knew she looked cute, Soon folks of all ages stood round. Soaking wet, she went for her towel, As she neared her smile turned to scowl, Her towel was not there To tie up her hair, She turned to the crowd and called foul. July 31, 2019

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Date: 8/2/2019 7:07:00 PM
With everyone's nose stuck in their smart phone... I'm surprised anyone noticed. Clever poem. Have a great day my friend.
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Date: 8/3/2019 12:16:00 PM
Ha!! Well said. Thanks for the kind words. Best wishes. Deb
Date: 8/1/2019 9:27:00 AM
Poor dear.
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Date: 7/31/2019 10:44:00 PM
Fun limerick, Deb.
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