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My great grandfather had a saying That he would whisper to his children late in the evening He would tell his boys In no uncertain terms That if by first light If all was not right To harness their horse And ride away A shade in the night But for the curses he whispered In response to the poker Held by his wife That would inevitably Make fast friends with his face
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Hot Pokers and Horses
My great grandfather had a saying That he would whisper to his children late in the evening He would tell his boys In no uncertain terms That if by first light If all was not right To harness their horse And ride away A shade in the night But for the curses he whispered In response to the poker Held by his wife That would inevitably Make fast friends with his face
My great grandmother was not a very pleasent woman.
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
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