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Post by teenyweenie on Apr 26, 2022 5:27:27 GMT -6
I spy with my little eye, myself doth strolling through a park. Suckling on nature's bosom, and those of nature itself. Behold! Hark! A fatal surprise! A sharp prickle pierces my foot without consent. A curse, a scream, a hark, ice cream, the ER becomes my abode, an abode fitting for an abode-dweller. Delightful food, even better food, the hark of my heart is out-harked only by itself, a paradox for thee. Happily surrounded by sickened people the ER is right for me.
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Post by artolmaeus on May 19, 2022 22:05:48 GMT -6
saw something about a hammer ant from Australia and how they can hospitalize, but the guy who got bit made a silver lining and that reminded me of what my family called my crazy uncle Merle who was a self made rabbi in an Irish Catholic family, but he said, "everything is a mitzvah"...this poem reminds me of him
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