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I read yesterday’s poem to “The Pretty One”. Understandably she was mildly offended. She pointed out that I haven’t written her a poem in years, but have now written one for meat. I was quick to point out that it isn’t really exactly meat. Share this:EmailFacebookPrint

  I hate it when I have $0.50 to put in the vending machine, then realize that one of the quarters is for a state that I don’t already have in my collection.   Share this:EmailFacebookPrint