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Tracy Farr Aug 2016
Union Jack and EU Jill's
divorce to be contested.
Said Jill: Get out, you lousy sod.
And Jack: We'll still have ***, yes?
Tracy Farr Aug 2016
The cat comes on little fog feet.

It scratches at the door like a prisoner
and I let it out.

Again.
Tracy Farr Aug 2016
That first cup of joe
tastes like Columbian ***.
Smooth, dark and steamy.
Tracy Farr Aug 2016
A warm summer rain
taps on my roof like Sammy
doing Bojangles.
Tracy Farr Aug 2016
So there I was just kicking dirt,
mopping sweat from brow and shirt,
when you walked by all smiles and skirt;
a glass of cold iced tea.
Tracy Farr Aug 2016
My wife
makes up the bed so nice,
pillow, quilt, and linen;
but if
I sleep a bit too late
she'll make me up right in 'em.

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