I wish I could sing a song ,instead of bashing
my knees together all day long .
But there I am what I am and the beat goes on.
Click click clicking till me knees get sore.
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The Old Git
The pigeon wild, not tame he seem to like me
2 comments:
Too cute! Or, click click click until a knee replacement...My friend just had one the other day...I will share this poem with him!!!
Love it as always!!
Good one Old Git! Loved the ending.
Our crickets are pitch black and noisy little devils too...they go on and on all night...
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