FOOLEY
Ewe knoe what a fooley is ewe when ewe pick up a sack you thought the lemon was still in it but it rolled out and you grabbed the empty sack and lifted it every time that eye try to lift an oil spot off the tarmac because it winked at me it is a fooley eye thought it was a quarter or a nickel or dime but it was a fooley mee a shiney spot of reflection made of nothing more than old liquid vegetation thinking hard they say the gasoline was once forests made of trees an old heavy sack with nothing much but a broken crock pot is what eye had today it was a fooley eye thought it was some great important treasure because of heavy but it fooled the mee and eye tossed the bag away much wizened in my knoeing what a fooley seems to be
Author notes
there was a green duffle bag so heavy eye was sure it was treasure and all it was was a broken crock pot OH why did he put it in such a nice bag
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prime
nice little bit of humour here
Cheers, James
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