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Sunday, September 3, 2023

'Oyster' Stew

         It's yer choice ter read. It's yer choice ter not read.

Her palms were growing moister by the minute.
"You, there, boy: stir that pot...and all what's in it!"
She wander'd 'round the cloister night and day;
her green Rolls Royce turn'd right, then sped away.
To foist her on our fam'ly...? Bad idea:
she's Joyce Terrazzo; she's got diarrhea.
Her uncle work'd a hoist; her aunt...? No way!
(I play'd Ralph Roister Doister in that play.)

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