(some time ago / Earth, i believe)


Rufus was at the local bar and feeling fine.
After drinking many glasses of beer and red wine.
He tried to hit on a chick who was so hip.
She ended up giving him the slip.
He got her phone number and tried calling her the next day.
The phone number that she gave him turned out to be for the police.
And this pissed him off in every way.

by Lamar Cole

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The last six words of the third from the last line...they just have so many meanings. I am back for more of this saga, and now feel I'm really starting to know Clifford and Sheila...
I think what you Americans call Jelly we think of as Jam or preserve. Am I right or am I right? This is beginning to sound promising especially with Fred's clear approval. Just one point, Bri. I had a bit of trouble locating this. PH seems to be blocking access today. In the search box if I put your name, all I get is a weird new page which takes me nowhere. The only way I could get through to you was to get back on our messages and click on your name. Even then I couldn't reorder your poems and had to search through page by page. Have you had this problem today?