maybe a tic,
tack, or
the wagon
you tow,
to light up
the santa-
capped cacti,
how now
the snow,
do you ask,
or hand me
my mittens
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Poetry
maybe a tic,
tack, or
the wagon
you tow,
to light up
the santa-
capped cacti,
how now
the snow,
do you ask,
or hand me
my mittens
ayaladn 
mittens are to be banished in every corner of the realm ……….! well if i were king. mostly today (on facebook) gave the answer to hating on germany, that two wrongs don’t make a right. and a snot asking me what the second wrong was — hence milk and honey. sometimes a loose brick magnifies the presense of more glass ….
so tired n hungry — to the store and debating whether to get pizza or fried chicken, but definately none of my own cooking tonight! lol ………………… and i believe the cat concurs.
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As you wish, Lady E., so shall it be…except, as a few
may be red; those I’ll fill with canned oysters & clams,
(for guess who).
One wrong, falls wide of the mark. Two, the majority decide,
or the few with guns, who believe in little else and remember
less.
Pizza is Friday,
roast chicken
or broasted, yes,
‘tho tonight
is a good one
for chili-mac
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