An Ode...

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I awake and I lay here & ponder O'er the mass that is growing down yonder I can't help but think Of what's in my stink That when it's gone I'll be nothing but fonder

Well Meant, Poorly Met.

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After prayerful counsel with Our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ, et al, it has been confirmed to me that the #massinmyass was not put there or allowed to grow by Jesus & Co to teach me humility or give me a tender heart towards vegetarians…
boats on the beach
Turtle on a fence post.

Post Turtle

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An old rancher called the county commissioner a “post turtle” at the coffee shop one day and a young city fellow asked him to explain. “When you’re driving down a country road and you see a fence post with a turtle balanced on top,…