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Apr 19 13, 08:45
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He’s a young masseur driven to rub so he got a new job at a club for old queens who would say they’d knight him if he’d play but they used the wrong scepter to dub.
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Apr 19 13, 10:19
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He used a new club in September but then gave up golf in November; he felt like a drip 'cause he couldn't chip, so he gifted his set in December.
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Apr 19 13, 11:04
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In December the greens are all white and the gophers asleep for the night. They return in the spring for another wild fling as their balls are sent into de-flyte!
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Apr 19 13, 11:13
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The gophers deflated their balls so that they could pass through their halls; the tunnels shrank smaller than their silver dollar, so they hired a ferret who crawls.
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Apr 19 13, 16:39
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A ferret once crawled in an attic which made me feel blue and sympatric. It was looking for rabbits – that’s one of its habits in the attic of Aunty Climatic.
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Apr 19 13, 19:37
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Is your attitude anticlimactic? fell asleep after your chiropractic engagement today. Masseuse went away; her treatment was mere prophylactic.
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Apr 20 13, 11:18
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My prophy felt lactic and lazy which drove me outrageously crazy. Wherever I went it wouldn’t relent till I saw a clairvoyant called Daisy.
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Apr 20 13, 15:08
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I saw a clairvoyant called Anne who had an ingenious plan for a dollar a time she'd write you a rhyme that ended before it began
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Apr 20 13, 16:07
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She ended before I began and I think that was really her plan. She was heartless and cruel, but a good looking joule. Maybe I’ll go and visit with Anne!
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Apr 20 13, 17:14
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If ol' Merlin should go visit Anne I must wonder how long'd be the span between start and stop; bet the sound of the pop to begin finds him stuck in the can.
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Apr 21 13, 15:27
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Don’t stick the bag into the can; use a mousse, a flapjack or flan. For sweetness try syrup, that’s likely to stirrup the juices – the whole hornet-clan!
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Apr 22 13, 10:31
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The juice for this whole poet clan was spilling all out of our can, 'cause we couldn't post; somehow our fine host said it couldn't be reached by our LAN!
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Apr 22 13, 11:03
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I note it was hacking in-LAN-d that mucked up the site, quite unp-LAN-ned so they put is some code cuz they hold the re-mode and we’re back up on line, ain’t it grand?
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Apr 22 13, 11:23
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It IS grand that we're back on the line; I had thought you were losing your spine for mucking around! Your posts should abound now that we are back. You'll opine!
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Apr 22 13, 12:53
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I’ll pine in the alpine up high; right now it’s a sunny, blue sky. How much will I post? I’m not too engrossed, we’ll see as the days tumble by.
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Apr 22 13, 13:21
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In the sea, as the days tumble by, we will see that ol' Merlin ain't shy to post as he likes each time a wave spikes while he's on the deck gettin' high.
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Apr 22 13, 14:26
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On the deck he gets high for a while but the waves wash away any smile when they toss and they turn stomachs all start to yearn to be emptied of bile for a mile.
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Apr 22 13, 14:46
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When he emptied his bile, his old smile disappeared, and his high for a while also dropped to the deck, while he twisted his neck as his sea legs became infantile.
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Apr 22 13, 14:50
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I've seen infantile legs on some ships that may tremble with shakes or just slips but I never had seen any turn a bright green that resembled the shade of his lips.
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Apr 22 13, 15:00
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Larry trembled when Merlin's old lips puckered green. Would he cash in his chips? When he called 9-1-1 Merlin said, It's all fun! ... and he wiped finger paint on his hips.
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