tore at the sweet meat of his brain repeatedly and awkwardly
like a young vulture snaring a tiny rabbit he was hungry and knew not
else his first dirty word was beckoning him, he waited patiently,
when early manhood calls, he must be ready.
*There Was an Old Mn of Dunoon...
Who always ate soup with a fork,
Why he said, "As I eat neither fish, fowl, nor flesh,
I should otherwise finish too quick."
Anonymous
I love this. Isn't it cool? Winged
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Be always safe,
Karen