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Nov 2019
Juliet laughs
and I have to laugh too
because her laughter
is so infectious

we lie in the field
of tall grass
holding hands
gazing at the blue sky
birds flying overhead
butterflies fluttering past

Where did hear that joke?
she asks still laughing

It's an old Max Miller joke
I reply

But it's rude
she says
gazing at me

It's little more
than a seaside postcard
kind of pun
I say

How do you mean?
she says

Well it can be both
innocent and not
depending how
it is interpreted
I say

But it sounds rude
she says

Only if you read it so
I say

she looks at me intently
Are you saying
I have a ***** mind?
she says

No of course not
I say
I assume
you read it wrong
I say

she smiles
and begins
to laugh again
and so do I
both gazing at the skies
with tears in our eyes.
Terry Collett
Written by
Terry Collett  71/M/England
(71/M/England)   
65
   Larry Marshall
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