were the words seen, as the dictionary slipped from his back pocket& landed face up with all of the "P" pages opened, in a ditch of water from the melting snow & floated away, taking all the "p" words with it , never to be seen again as far as we knew, except that one late night travler did report seeing a Kangaroo with the book in it's pouch, as it bounced along on it's way to town & that the book had been turned upsidedown & now all of the "P" words were "b" words,so I called my dad & I said "Hey bob" time for subber & he did not answer he thought that all the "n" words were "u" words and was very coufnsed & didu't kuow his uext move iuto

rhyme time -slime, grime, and lime, lending bending, rendering all my word heard into narrow sparrow's flight as i babble incoherently...

that in the town of Git-a-long, no one will need any Grizzly bear mace, because, as you know, those cans of mace are the size and weight of a small fire extinguisher, any how, who wants to get that close to a

God sometimes does His work with gentle drizzle, not storms. Drip, drip, drip. John Newton
... how dull it would be to be like the rest. Ralph Hill