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My Stains
As an old guy, I alwys seem to get stains on my shirts (I'm sure some of you know about that). Yesterday I climbed up my power pole to fill a couple of wood pecker holes with foam. Later my wife commented on my shirt stains, and I answered back with a comment related to my wood pecker hole filling. So she wrote a small poem about it later on..
"His wardrobe’s full of mystery spots,
From barbecue to coffee blots.
He wears them all without a care—
There’s jelly where the pockets are.
I told him kindly all his clothes are stained
He nodded once—completely unashamed.
“I’m not competing in a fashion show
while spraying foam in a woodpecker hole.”
He says the strangest funny things,
And I join him in all the laughter he brings
And every stain, each shirt askew—
Just makes him more my sweetened view."
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Marv Evans
'69 911E
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