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Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on Jun 8, 2008 23:48:02 GMT -5
Let's see, an inspired love poem to drive my feelings home, hmmm?
The naked truth about love is, it’s like riding a bike. You never forget… THAT BOBBY STOLE IT AND MY GIRL!
No, not good.
Okay:
The truth about naked love is? It’s like a bike. You never forget… your first ride.
Jeez, that’s even worse.
Okayokayokay:
The truth about riding a bike naked is, deceit hurts.
Oh forget it, they can walk home.
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Jun 9, 2008 19:37:01 GMT -5
LOL Rick. Deceit hurts............especially when one rides sans clothes.
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Post by David Nelson Bradsher on Jun 9, 2008 20:16:17 GMT -5
Good, better, best.
I love the way a good poem will build the conceit and finish with a bang.
Great unity of trope, too. Best laugh I've had all day, my friend.
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Post by mfwilkie on Jun 9, 2008 20:54:41 GMT -5
A terrific ending, Rick!
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Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on Jun 9, 2008 23:35:40 GMT -5
Thank you, I had a feeling you guys had missed this one! Nothing is as good as giving friends a reason to laugh! Rick
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Post by LynnDoiron on Jun 11, 2008 16:53:19 GMT -5
Great! Your humor goes on.
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