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My Ol' Houn' Dog

MY OL' HOUN' DOG He swallowed a spoon, then a fork Upon a train trip to upper New York We had not traveled very far And I discovered he had eaten a cork Yes, that dog of mine is really a dork 1 December 2019

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Line Gauthier

Date: 3/2/2020 1:05:00 PM

LOL - you should really pack him a better lunch, Curtis.

Timothy Mcguire

Date: 12/2/2019 6:37:00 PM

funny!

Curtis Moorman
Date: 12/3/2019 8:23:00 PM

Thanks, Tim! I can see that the negative comment previously posted has been somehow removed from my comments section. I appreciate your support, my friend. You have always been in my corner and I admire your work as a poet and your encouragement. Merry Christmas!

Na Na

Date: 12/2/2019 1:38:00 AM

Hi Curtis. This was really good. Great rhyming. Thanks for sharing.

Curtis Moorman
Date: 12/2/2019 1:58:00 AM

Thanks, my friend! I appreciate your support.