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Ole' Mule of  Mine


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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