Gore-tex Guppy

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    • Michael87024
    • ok, she came home for a "visit", but does that mean she is staying? Not likely....

    Gore-tex Guppy

    Vain as I am, I take what I want.
    Pig-headed, overweight, sloppy joe.
    When opportunity knocks I bite,
    1st in line, never last, don't miss the show.

    Greed is my first, middle and last,
    when I bleed I drip into a cup.
    Cup equipped with straw for recycle,
    stingey as I am, can't miss a drop.

    My look, my clothes they spell success,
    even my shoes squeak when I walk.
    Up, down as well as on people I stalk,
    they will bend to my will, hear me talk.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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