Care for a word stirs
an earthquaken a quagmire
full o’ golliwoggs
awriggle a quark
& a quart more a quintain
O quittance poor fool
But a quintant sir
yore acquaint’d shore
that bye adieu tell
Poetry
Care for a word stirs
an earthquaken a quagmire
full o’ golliwoggs
awriggle a quark
& a quart more a quintain
O quittance poor fool
But a quintant sir
yore acquaint’d shore
that bye adieu tell
A quiescent quidnuc acquiesses, pays its ti-the quota enclosetted as quips unworth-thy quintesential keeping.>KB
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That’s easier, Sir, in dun…buy why protest, we’re traveling light
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but at what speeeeeeeeee……….d!
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Gascon o’er Oil-can, cats got a lung,
an’ it’s a good day…
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…for singin’ the blues.
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Yes, KB, who would refuse that
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Smiling.
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gobbledegeek…gobbledebook…
Thank you, dear Susan, for spelling it out
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