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Nov 2018
I.
They say mouthfuls
don't they? and if not
for such a collective
and vague pronoun
to funnel our singular
and specific idiocy
into, well! we could
hardly expect to live
with ourselves, now
could we?
II.
They say chivalry
is dead and just in case
the carrier of such trite
blasts from the mouth
is infectious we shall
****** him too
III.
They say it's the thought
that counts and I say how
dare you
IV.
They say now don't
quote me on this and
so I won't
I'm in a silly mood and just wrote this sitting in my car. Happy Thanksgiving dears!
Jennifer Beetz
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Jennifer Beetz  55/F/USA
(55/F/USA)   
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