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.......on a chilly night......how's bayouuuu? ? ........
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as the winds whip't the willows
and the waves wept in billows....
there danced a snipe and a kinkajou,
well watched by a loving loupgaru...
....the bonfire shrunk....
down they fell, kerplunk!
as a skunk
in a funk
dove, tail-first,
for a dunk.
all were given towels,
some say by sweet horned owls
that's the story...as I've heard it...
doesn't seem the least absurd, it
goes to show just how a word, it
changes colors, once wind's blurred it
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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Theodora Steinbrueck-Onken (11/12/2007 2:01:00 AM)
Surely, this one reminds me of Louisiannna. Bayou and all...
Great write.
Very Entertaining! Senorita!
Love from Angora,
T. |
Will Barber (11/10/2007 10:43:00 PM)
Greetings from (near) the Bayou City.
To concerned birds and rodents (skunks are weasels, disdained by owls) I have advice to offer: do NOT trust owls bearing towels. TowelOwls have to register with the County. Oh you doves! check the website. - Will |
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