Back after several days with a computer whose keyboard wouldn’t write on the monitor. I’m creeping along trying to sort my hoard. In case you don’t believe me, here’s a few horrid lines that I’m not going to save:
DINNER 
If you were a vulture
and I was dead meat,
you would have something to eat.
IT’S MONEY, STUPID
Eeny meanie miney money.
Gotta get some for my honey.
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A CAT IS A CAT IS A CAT
My cat he looks like he could cry.
His eyes meet mine; he gives a sigh.
He licks his paw and gives a mew
as other cats are wont to do,
but also wonders, “Who am I?”
A SURLY SIMILE
My emotions are like sandpaper today.
Rub me wrong if you don’t believe it.
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