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there was an Irishman named Heep in bed often times had to count sheep till one night it was said with young Molly in bed they barely got started when he fell asleep

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Date: 5/23/2025 1:49:00 PM
Molly said to her handsome beau Heep - “In future just go on counting sheep” - “I want more than this” - “In moments of bliss” - Then left without a kiss or a bleat…… Beryl
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/23/2025 2:26:00 PM
LOL Beryl. Like the addition
Date: 5/19/2025 10:46:00 PM
Oh... ! This is real fun. What a time to fall asleep! After all, on all other days, he counted sheep.... there lies the comedy.
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/20/2025 12:08:00 AM
Yes. Thanks for reading Valsa.
Date: 5/14/2025 7:43:00 PM
Guess 'Heep' got over the 'hump' pretty quickly there, eh? ~ Suggestive Sam
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/14/2025 7:49:00 PM
He sure did:)
Date: 5/14/2025 4:03:00 PM
Great limericking!
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/14/2025 4:56:00 PM
Thank you Andrea
Date: 5/14/2025 10:25:00 AM
LOL!
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/14/2025 10:28:00 AM
Thanks Kim
Date: 5/14/2025 7:45:00 AM
:))) ... fun one, Oliver :) - hugs
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Oliver Mckeithan
Date: 5/14/2025 7:46:00 AM
Thanks Anne-Lise.

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