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2 Putt-Putt Nun Poems Or Religericks
I once saw a nun playing putt-putt
who needed a break from a rut-rut
when her ball found a well
she yelled I damn you to hell
and left the links in a rush-blush
I once saw a nun playing putt-putt
who needed a break from her rut-rut
when her ball hit a stray rabbit
she bent the club over her habit
and left the greens in a rush-blush
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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