Cheeky Missy

Don\'t Give Me THAT Look

[24 hours later...guess I did NOT]

I Think I Hit the Jackpot

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I\'ve never heard a growl or fight to scale

Oer food, until I serve raw salmon dense

In all they could desire, complete fr\'intents

With scales and skin, and then the only bail

Is each their own. If Peter\'s teething, they\'ll

Need such things for their health. Spare no expense?

Tis better than aught drugs in sheer defense

Of all we wanted \'long this rocky trail.

Oh, Saturday at last! French toast in tour

Of sourdough onions top and deck out too

Inside? I never taste a bit as t\'were.

With maple syrup and thin bacon to

The tune of round \"Canad\'an bacon,\" stir

An easy breakfast where LORD, I\'d praise You.

05Jul25a

...I had to follow suit, you know.

Their Watermelon Slices Looked Convincing

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Where does the time go, eh? Or whither hence

Now aught we cherished is but that detail

Drawn up in mem\'ries near or far? Avail

Me how, where work eats up the time, til whence

Is like, \"which minute?\" Oh how Robert thence

Must drag me from a catnap for that bail

Of choosing foodstuffs. Fill a box to scale

And lo, he carries it! Have I defense?

Lo, Jarlsburg swiss in wedges! Was it poor

I only grab four wedges since I knew

It is the best from decades \'go? And were

It folly to \'non envy, I\'ve now two:

A watermelon, cant\'loupe for our tour

Of duty and \"the fourth.\" LORD, I\'ll thank You.

05Jul25b