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Not Good for Old Men
Why You Can't and He Can
© 2016 Lili Hun
DEC/21/16
It's the day when ice covered everything, some of it turned slushy, some still slick.
E, who is in his 70s, wants to get himself a soda at the corner store.
C says, "Don't go, bad weather, I'm telling you."
E looks out and sees a dindu walking in it, "If he can do it, I can."
"He can climb tree, you can't"
"What do you mean?"
"You can climb on wife, maximum, not tree."
I add understandingly, "A tree might be easier and more willing."
E grins, "I'll climb a coconut tree..."
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Guest     Dec 21, 2016

Ah ms HUN ,

Scraping the bottom are we ?
Lili Hun     Dec 22, 2016

Ah, Mr. Guest, we can't be intellectual all the time, can we?

At least I can't. I have to scrape bottom and come up for air

to renew my snarling-at-dindus forces and thoughts about

other, better things. Nevertheless, don't shoot the messenger.

The other day they were estimating the length of some car

part and gleefully degenerated in short order.

I do have a 25-point outline to write up soon, encompassing

more thoughtful musings...
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