Occasionally -- after I've shared a funny story or two -- I feign fancy myself a humor writer. But then I read something like this and I repent in dust and ashes.
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
2 comments:
Iowa Hawk was one of the first blogs we started reading. I am sorry you did not see the real story behind this story before he satired it. Barbie collector gets me every time.
I found you through Karen's blog (Passion of My Heart). You have a nice blog here. I will be back.
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