Here's another poem from Aunt Tudi. It's inspired by the current economic situation, go figger!
THE BANK
I run down the street looking from side to side
Trying my best to find a place to hide.
The Bank is after me and that’s no lie.
Just thinking about it, I start to cry.
The call me, harass me, and send me foul letters
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The banks are just evil in some respects. And not in the sexy clown makeup and purple suit donning way. *sigh*
How you doing today? Good I hope.
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You will not end up on the street. You can always come live with Aunt Tudi and me. I've thought about dropping everything and forming a commune for friends and fellow tribes-persons. If that happens, you're more than welcome. Bring all your Joker paraphernalia and we can drool on it together.
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My mom wants a Newfie and I just don't know how she'd manage. She's a cat person. and while they might claw your face off they're smaller.
Awww, you're so sweet to offer.
I'd be there in heartbeat. I'll strap my new iMac to my back and put all my Joker stuff in a red wagon and pull it on over. I think my neighbors kid has a wagon. She won't miss it. I'll bring my Barbie dolls too. Then we can act out the Date Nights. :D There's enough for at least 30-40 dates. Even Jem dolls. I'll stop now.
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