Three boys are in the school yard bragging about
Their fathers.
The first boy says, 'My Dad scribbles a few words
On a piece of paper, he calls it a poem,
They give him $50.'
The second boy says, 'That's nothing. My Dad
Scribbles a few words on a piece of paper,
He calls it a song, they give him $100.'
The third boy says, 'I got you both beat. My Dad
Scribbles a few words on a piece of paper,
He calls it a sermon, and it takes eight people to
Collect all the money!'
Bob
Hope For Us Yet
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Hope For Us Yet
The purpose in life is to have fun.
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
After you grasp that everything else seems insignificant !!!
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Re: Hope For Us Yet
And Hockey junior says, my Dad scribbles a few words on a piece of paper, calls it a policy and zillions of dollars flow into the Treasury.
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.