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Oct 2 06, 14:51
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Good Night, I Wish You’d Close the Door
Good night! I wish you’d close the door, ‘cause, man, it’s cold out there… and here — I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers.
Into that night, yes, we’d before go gently, but it’s now severe. Good night, I wish you’d close the door!
I get bronchitis anymore with chills and fever, so this year I’m pullin’ long johns. From my drawers
I’ve found what makes a new décor I think you’ll like. Come see it, dear… Good night, I wish you’d close the door!
I much prefer your love, not war… so please don’t think I’m cavalier; I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers….
I know you now won’t mind my snore; I’m grateful… but before you hear Good night, I wish you’d close the door; I’m pullin’ long johns o’er my drawers.
© MLee Dickens’son 02 Oct 2006
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Oct 2 06, 17:11
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Poetry should be fun Daniel and you show us by example that it can be
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Oct 3 06, 04:06
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Thank you, ivor... seriously!
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Dec 4 06, 13:21
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Hey, it's even cold here in South Texas, and that doesn't happen too terribly often. I have a feeling we may be in for a long, cold winter ! As for long john's I'm considering going out and buying some!~smile~ As always, I love the funny ones ! Marcia
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Dec 4 06, 14:42
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Dec 7 06, 13:47
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QUOTE (Blank_Canvas @ Dec 4 06, 13:21 ) Hey, it's even cold here in South Texas, and that doesn't happen too terribly often. I have a feeling we may be in for a long, cold winter ! As for long john's I'm considering going out and buying some!~smile~ As always, I love the funny ones ! ~ Marcia Hey, Marcia! I see that you posted this on the day I flew back from WA (after the previous week in San Diego), where I spent a week in exactly the kind of weather referred to in this poem from October. It was certainly this kind of weather where I visited Cyn and Tom at their place... but with heat flowing through their floors I didn't need long Johns; in fact I slept in my Philadelphia Eagles shorts and hooded sweatshirt. But I was able to drive over Stevens pass to Western Washington before more snow forced them to make me a semi-permanent guest! I'm told it was 70 degrees out here in NJ, while I was away... but it was pleasant on the beach in San Diego in the 70's two weeks ago while I was there, and I didn't have to worry about its being terribly cold at night there, either. But now I'm home... and my first morning I had to run outside in my bare feet to re-chain up the dog (who had gotten loose somehow) who was at the door I was opening up to release the squirrel who was somehow in our house! I left the door open for about a half hour even though it was about 35 degrees, so that my wife wouldn't have to worry about the squirrel still visiting when she came home... 'cause she's about the only one I know that doesn't mind my snore! deLightingly, Daniel
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Dec 7 06, 13:58
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QUOTE (Peterpan @ Dec 4 06, 14:42 ) I really am very pleased that you liked this light piece!
deLighting in sharing, Daniel
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Dear Daniel, The poetry of the smile is my kind of verse. I was just plain certain that this piece was inspired by an actual incident. Yet each of your readers probably has had a door incident that could have set him on this track. As the intrepid explorer of every poetic form ever devised and one who has brought more smiles to more posters here at MM, but haven't been so limited. My door is always open to you... Cheers, Ron jgd
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Feb 6 07, 14:03
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Thanks for opening your door, Ron... I hope you have some hot chocolate on; I see that I'd been standing outside for some time. I think I must have frozen and thawed. Mind if I take my shoes off to check for frost bite? I still have ice on my fingers. drippin' sLightly, Daniel
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Feb 9 07, 13:17
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QUOTE (JustDaniel @ Oct 2 06, 19:51 ) Good Night, I Wish You’d Close the Door
Good night! I wish you’d close the door, ‘cause, man, it’s cold out there… and here — I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers.
Into that night, yes, we’d before go gently, but it’s now severe. Good night, I wish you’d close the door!
I get bronchitis anymore with chills and fever, so this year I’m pullin’ long johns. From my drawers
I’ve found what makes a new décor I think you’ll like. Come see it, dear… Good night, I wish you’d close the door!
I much prefer your love, not war… so please don’t think I’m cavalier; I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers….
I know you now won’t mind my snore; I’m grateful… but before you hear Good night, I wish you’d close the door; I’m pullin’ long johns o’er my drawers.
© MLee Dickens’son 02 Oct 2006 Dear Daniel, "...Close the Door" deserves more said than I said! You hit the nail's head in the first tercet. My smile almost hurt when I read "pullin' long johns from my drawers". I wonder if drawers are long johns in other countries across the pond and where other posters live. By the time I read the next two lines with the Dylan Thomas flair, I was ready to be your bellboy. Cheers, Ron jgd ps-Did you ever read Whittier's "Barbara Frietchie"?
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Feb 9 07, 16:14
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Hey Daniel, LOL! Once again, your humor comes through! Stay warm now! "Good night! I wish you’d close the door, ‘cause, man, it’s cold out there… and here — I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers." :) Lindi
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Daniel, QUOTE Good Night, I Wish You’d Close the Door
Good night! I wish you’d close the door, ‘cause, man, it’s cold out there… and here — I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers.
Into that night, yes, we’d before go gently, but it’s now severe. Good night, I wish you’d close the door!
I get bronchitis anymore with chills and fever, so this year I’m pullin’ long johns. From my drawers
I’ve found what makes a new décor I think you’ll like. Come see it, dear… Good night, I wish you’d close the door!
I much prefer your love, not war… so please don’t think I’m cavalier; I’m pullin’ long johns from my drawers….
I know you now won’t mind my snore; I’m grateful… but before you hear Good night, I wish you’d close the door; I’m pullin’ long johns o’er my drawers.
© MLee Dickens’son 02 Oct 2006 What a delightful read.I like tis form too. Aggie
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