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At a party I met a girl named Meg
She asked me if I could order a keg
We all flew high as a kite that night
Because I accidentally ordered dynamite
I had fun but I’m missing a leg
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 days ago in Petlife
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