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			<title>The Pallet</title>
			<description>The PalletIt was Thanksgiving night many years ago,with in-laws and cousins galore.There wasn&amp;rsquo;t enough beds to go around that night,so us boys had to sleep on the floor.There was Rex and Ronnie, JJ and Johnny,Lex and Harold and me.We all bedded down on a pallet on the floor,and that really was..</description>
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			<title>The Lift</title>
			<description>The Lift&amp;#12288;Sure it was I had a pint or two ,with me cabbage and corned beef. I was alone going to me room,and the wind gave me no grief.But stepping me self in the lift,there stood two lads and a lass.They stared and looked foreboding,so I tightened up me a*s.And begohrra wo..</description>
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			<title>Your</title>
			<description>To my wife</description>
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			<title>Her Knight</title>
			<description>Her KnightHe&amp;rsquo;d slain all of the Dragons,and his foes were put to rout.His hair is much thinner now,and some teeth have fallen out.His armor is scarred and rusty,and squeaks some when he walks.His hearings not what it use to be,and he mumbles when he talks.And she&amp;rsquo;s no longer beautiful,..</description>
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			<title>Kossee Boy</title>
			<description>I&amp;rsquo;ve traveled through a whole lot of places,that brought me a whole lot of joy.But I guess the time I liked most,Was when I was a Kosse Boy.&amp;nbsp;I poked my nose in every holler,of every Pin-Oak I could find.I&amp;rsquo;d twist a forked stick in a Possum&amp;rsquo;s hide,and pull..</description>
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			<title>3 men</title>
			<description>Three MenStanding in front of the Pearly Gates,one morning stood three men.St Peter had to listen to their stories,to decide if they could come in.&amp;nbsp;The first one said, &quot;I&amp;rsquo;m a working man,been working most all my life.I don&amp;rsquo;t drink, nor flirt with other women,I take..</description>
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			<title>Ya&amp;rsquo;ll ant gonna believe this, But</title>
			<description>I was setting on the bank with,my fishin pole in hand.The sun was shinnin bright and warm,and I was soakin up some tan.I heard some thrashin in the water,just over there behind a log.I peeked over to see what it was,and saw a snake that had a frog.Now I know bass eat a lot of frogs..</description>
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			<title>My best friend Bubba</title>
			<description>My best friend Bubba:He may be my very best friend,but his mind is so darn weak.If he ever gets any dumber,I&amp;rsquo;d have to water him twice a week.He had a fetish of biting his nails,a habit he could not lose.But his mother finally stopped him,she made him put on shoes.A teacher t..</description>
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