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[sid] => 185405
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Well, Doggies!
[time] => 2018-09-01 17:06:01
[hometext] => This poem was inspired by The Beverly Hillbillies TV show.
[bodytext] => Oil was struck on my land, and 100 million is what I was paid. My nephew has a great education, he graduated the 6th grade. Granny makes her own whiskey, and she makes lye soap. But if you/'/re wondering if the neighbors are happy, nope. Mrs. Drysdale doesn/'/t like us, she constantly complains. She says living next to us is going to drive her insane. Elly May is my daughter, and she/'/s awful fond of critters. But now she has rabies because her raccoon bit her. My sister Pearl insisted that I move here from the South. Elly May won/'/t drink water, and she/'/s foaming at the mouth. Jethro does some cyphering, he can count up to ten. If you/'/ve met somebody smarter, I/'/d like to know when. I love my mansion, especially the billy yard room. If you get too close to Granny/'/s still, you/'/ll be knocked out by the fumes. The people of Beverly Hills wants us to move away. But they/'/d better get used to us, we/'/re here to stay. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 84 [topic] => 7 [informant] => randyjohnson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => HumorPoetry )
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