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Wigging Out

not knowing so told so by using sponge sopping up spills knowledge now i know wigs are given names so you can become someone else there goes Madonna and there's Oliver he was once a she but now it's all in the wig (Thank you Maureen)

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Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib

Date: 4/30/2019 11:06:00 AM

Wacka Wacka Wacka! I love it ;)))

Jeff Connelly
Date: 5/1/2019 7:12:00 PM

Thanks so much Maureen.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 4/30/2019 9:36:00 PM

I would be honoured :)

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/30/2019 4:00:00 PM

Maureen, mi Musa her name is Melissa. Greek for the honey bee miel. She is from Colombia. She asked me to ask you if I could send her some of your poems? She said that she has never read a woman poet. I will wait for a nod or a no; but no frets and no obligations.

Jeff Connelly
Date: 4/30/2019 11:12:00 AM

I need to correct that. It doubled??? That was not intended. I just rode on your words Maureen. I feel some other poems coming on. Like a woman feels having heat flashes.