Joe M. Funkhouser Poems

How did I ever get in such a fix.
I had a barb attached to Ole Saint Nick.
I had another stuck in his elastic.
Now, I'm all wound up, I'm a barb wire basket. Why a hundred years ago I stretched the land.
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There's an image in the mirror certainly can't be me.
I'm taller and younger don't you agree.
That fellow has gray hair that's mostly thin
Wrinkles and lines and doesn't have a grin. I've got to do something about that mirror so bright.
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