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Things I Utterly Abhor
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
Seems a waste to concentrate on dross
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Forced to spend time with a churlish boor
I will always consider an unfortunate loss,
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
Observing a child spoiled rotten to the core
Whose parents have not taught who’s boss
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
The expulsion in public of a gaseous vapor
Makes some folks grin, but makes me cross
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor.
I don’t really enjoy a movie I’ve seen before,
Seeing my shirt on which I’ve dropped sauce
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Giving it thought, I could come up with more
Like running out of thread when I need to floss
There aren’t many things I utterly abhor,
I do cringe when I look at an unsightly sore.
Written October 22, 2022
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L MILTON HANKINS
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