*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

Gee, I wonder why?
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Gee, I wonder why?:rolleyes:


Yeah, why might that be?  :/


Uh.... The number of years between then and now? Perhaps?


I eat my peas with honey
it makes them taste funny
but it keeps them on my knife

There was once a peanut whom sat on a rail road rail
heart all a flutter
toot toot
peanut butter.


I had a great-great-grandfather who only ate with a knife. He did use a spoon for soup, but never a fork. It was a sharp knife too, but he could balance all of those peas on his knife, then roll them into his mouth.
 
why is everyone reciting poems i only make my own and that is because they make a good Christmas present if all else fails



an ode to my bank

my bank holds my money secure
and robbers it does not lure
no thug behind it does lurk
which is good 'cause the lock doesn't work


author: ME!!!!!
 
Yeah, I miss 'em, too.

Though if I start thinking about all the people I miss from here, I get so
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I can't even see my screen to read and type . . . . then I reckon y'all would miss me, too. *sniffle*


But I will say. I heard a peacock over at the horse farm a couple of days ago. That sound will never be the same for me.




Chicken scout, I like the poem - especially the kind of funny little twist in the last line!
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