I open my mouth and a sound comes out
(begging farmlady's pardon :-))
Oh my gosh, merita. What? I don't know what happen. Tell me.
Well, I know how much you like goats :-)I was talking about the ancient practice of scapegoating--blaming the year's evil on the goat and sending it out of town.
I really don't know what it is that made you beg my pardon. You know how I feel. Poetry is poetry. Your's is wonderful. Did you insult my goats? I've looked at all your poetry and I don't know what you are referring to. Please enlighten me.
Oh! I think you and I were writing at the same time. How weird. I couldn't get my comment through. Finally yours came up and mine went through.What a relief! One thing you don't know about me is I don't let misunderstandings lie. I'm a Sag, born in December and everthing has to be worked through. You and I know that goats have a bad reputation. Some even think they're evil. I know the old "wife's tales".Please don't give it a secomd thought. Just keep writing your poems.
okay :-)) (that's a smile)
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