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My July entries |
| Dressing to impress: A bank robber hijacked a hearse Got away, but was left with a curse. Every night at eleven He’d turn into a girl of seven And his heels never matched his purse. Investment in your future: A fisherman sailed out to sea, Straight past some floating debris. Atop sat his banker, instead of saving him, he sank her now his bond payments are history. What a catch: Two sisters both liked the same fellow But he never even gave them a hello. They threw themselves before him. But he just ignored ‘em For he had the personality of jello. |