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SeanH

That's lovely, Gail. Here's my Sunday Morning:

Why did I not mow boldly
on the Thursday of dry homes?
Why did I not? I am the sin of sloth.
It’s been enough, these days of rain,
to fertilize the shame of my lawn.

gail

Nice, Sean. I should have mowed Thursday too.

Julie

Well, I did mow Thursday, and I've been sick with allergies ever since. I shoulda gone with sloth.

Scott P

Good stuff, both of you!

gail

Jule, you stay away from them sloths. They look cute and cuddly and all, but they'll rip your guts out with their claws the first time you forget to bring them a cold beer afterwards.

Julie

Afterwards? After WHAT, Gail? Is this some kinda Slothback Mountain thing?

Major John

That sounds like Jeff Goldstein's armadillo, not a sloth.

gail

Little bastard must be incognito.

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