Old Hippies Never Die, They Just End Up Six Foot Under (for Nicoles Challenge) (poem) by Ed Matlack on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

Good grief! They make zip-loc baggies that big??? Huh! I had no idea... (grin) katy xox.

Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

LOL loved the last line!

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

(((ed)))

this is a riot--you are too much :)

and aren't we glad you are--thank you for my laugh today :)

(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)

Reviewed by Susan Barton (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

laughing under my quilt to muffle the roar. Don't want to wake the dead!

Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

Oh Ed you crack me up, this is rich!

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

Oh so funny! I loved this Ed!

Reindeer

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

Wow! You get a zippy; my wife will probably just dump me in the trash can with the used kitty litter. You are a lucky man.

But before Zip Lock day comes, you have to travel west of the Mississippi, my friend. It's where the heart and soul of America lies. Once I leave Illinois, I never plan on going anywhere east of the Mississippi - again. (Hopefully, the trash can she dumps me in will be in a nice natural place - west of the Mississipi.)

Reviewed by Rene Swing (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

hmm...Does that mean you are older than dirt? That could be why you were buried in a zippy.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

Ed,
Loved it. This is sure a pippy!

Reviewed by Gaye Dale (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

...as long as the tears in our eyes are not caused by a rippy in the zippy!

Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)

Reviewed on October 6, 2004

and a used baggy at that.