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Ole' Mule of  Mine


OCTOBER'S CHILD



Winter came quietly and I rode it with fury
Wearing pink ear muffs and a glitzy smile
I took ole' mule, dressed in southern style
To the market for mocha, my mule with one eye
Bearing giggles and goggles, her bray and my sigh


                             -_-__-__-____________

The humanoids just gawked in total surprise
When I steered her on over to the manager's spot
But I parked her right there in his private slot
Not caring who's who or about what's what

                              
-_-__-__-____________

She was a classy, sassy, cud chewing mule
And I loved her dearly tho' she was a tad dense
Grazing on grass with her tail thru the fence
My southern Mollie without a hay-load of sense


                                -_-__-__-____________

Now ole mule of mine, in your heavenly grey bed
We've shared many seasons under that old yew
But now "Ole' mule of mine, what am I to do
A bauble of babbles, and so lost without you
But, I buried you today with giggles in blue

Dear Ole' Mule of mine, what am I to do?




July 26, 2012








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