Limerick 092 Poem by John Carter Brown
Limerick 092
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There was an old fellow named Buster
Who was closely related to Custer;
On hearing a whoop,
On his guns he would swoop,
With all of the speed he could muster.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
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4/26/2024 12:52:08 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Especially if that whoop was blown through a little-big-horn! ! ! I love it! Have a great day my friend.................. and by all means, keep writing!