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Sunday Squibs




No see-ums were once just some pesky old flies.
Now they're all I can't find right in front of my eyes:
My glasses, my car keys, my cup or my knife.
 Heaven forbid I no see-um my wife.

Some friendships can buffet any storm.
Others can't survive a puddle jump.

On occasion I'll eat anchovies right out of the can.
It's like eating exclamation marks without the sentence.

I'm sober in my hermit cell,
There's naught else there but thinkin'.
When people come a'buggin' me,
That's when I take to drinkin'.

With half the world on Facebook,
it's no surprise it's become a mix of good and bad,
just like the world.
Too bad we can't subpoena God.

@jmcdonnell123


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