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A GOOD LITTLE MN

05-11-2010 at 05:25:05 PM

A GOOD LITTLE MAN

Good men often come in odd sizes! Ya just gotta look with non-Hoolywood-biased eyes girls!


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Last edited by devaamido 05-12-2010 at 12:43:47 AM

05-12-2010 at 12:39:07 AM

RE: A GOOD LITTLE MN

Hey Deva......what is a MN ??? Isn't that the abbreviation for Minnesota ???

Tsk, tsk, just thought I would get you to thinking.....

smile............................................................gogant

05-16-2010 at 01:36:09 PM

RE: A GOOD LITTLE MN

Hey Gogant, your supposed to look at the poem, not just read the title!! I'll bet you used Cliff's Notes in college.

I know the poem's little long, but I know you can handle it! LOL

deva

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05-17-2010 at 05:14:51 PM

RE: A GOOD LITTLE MN

There's gotta be a gremlin in my spellchecker. I also noticed I've misspelled "Cerberus" as "Cerebrus". It's good thing RH Peat didn't read this poem, he'd have "Rode me hard & hung me up wet!"

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Last edited by devaamido 05-17-2010 at 05:17:43 PM

05-17-2010 at 07:11:08 PM

A GOOD LITTLE M & M...

Hey Deva, that Cerebrus never caught my eye. Don't we all love to
point out typos ? Anyway, I read the poem, in question, and it was
darn good, Charlie Brown. Keep that spell checker warmed up for
Peat's sake..........................................................................gogant

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05-20-2010 at 10:19:36 PM

RE: A GOOD LITTLE MN

Thanks Gogant. Your last 3 posts are PEACHY KEEN!! You think we're mellowing, or it's just a statistical abberration?

deva

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05-21-2010 at 12:44:57 AM

RE: A GOOD LITTLE MN

You're a good one, Deva. You have a wide variety of thoughts about
all kinds of subjects.......you can joke, and be joked about. Yet, whatever
the weather, you are always smiling......now that's KEEN........................

grin........................................gogant

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.