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child assault

 
 
join the good-
godly mob, Joe …
 
my preacher
father
 
did try,
alas!
 
to erase
 
the child
in me,
 
too …
 
he did fail
with that child
 
then;
 
you surely
won’t succeed
 
now …
 
but do
not,
 
I pray,
dear Joe,
 
engage
in fret:
 
when I
post verse
 
or take
a walk,
 
I will not
resort to
 
baby talk
 
on this here
internet …
 
(sorry ‘bout
my synco-
 
pated rhyme …
 
though I
got it in,
 
I think—
 
and just
  in time)

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 10 months ago

ROFL

In 2 short weeks, Joe, I have come to love you like a brother but you can be incredibly dense! Read the words. Chuck says it all quite clearly, no hidden meaning and with an obvious maturity. Mature enough to allow himself to appear foolish. cheers
B

barbsdad2003

18 years 10 months ago

Hey, Joe!

Just for your information, I'm a lot---a lot!---older than you are. As a matter of fact, I was born pre-Pearl Harbor.