Poetry. Yep, I am writing about it again because of 100 minutes spent in Walmart with my granddaughter. But before I get to that, here’s a poetry story from just last week that made me want to pen a limerick.
There was a darn man from the South Who let mean things ooze from his mouth. He lived in one state but represented another, This darn old man from the South.
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