The last thing on Uncle John’s bucket list
Was to have that lump cut from his wrist
They did what was right, but the stiches weren’t tight
Drained of blood, Johnie ceased to exist
Stitches
Poetry, prose and random ramblings
Poetry, prose and random ramblings
The last thing on Uncle John’s bucket list
Was to have that lump cut from his wrist
They did what was right, but the stiches weren’t tight
Drained of blood, Johnie ceased to exist
A Badly Chewed Pencil 
Kind of had to be the last thing on his bucket list at this point.
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You ain’t whistling Dixie…
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I’ve never been good at whistling. So, I ain’t whistling Dixie.
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You must admit though.. It’s a lovely tune.
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Oh yes. Quite catchy but not politically correct, I don’t think.
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That picture actually made me wince. I think I can whistle Dixie – is it a dog?
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