My shorts are getting seasonally shorter, and
my jeans are hanging precariously close to a fall.
I prefer the shorter to the longer, unless it’s
the un-hemmed intrusion of night into day.
But, my choices are whims of illusion, my pants,
fanatical followers of the realities of air.
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:-) BTW up here my underwear gets longer the closer to winter. :-)
What a hoot! The of words, Sir Patrick.
Remember how kids used to "pants: one another in grade school?
You never stop! :)
I guess this is the long and the short of it all. :o)
Smiling away..:D
Ah Pat...from prayers and moon to viagra and shorts - is there a pattern here? LOL. A wonderful laugh again.
You're great!
i'll be brief
don't wanna say the thong thing :)
In answer to Janice's question, if there is a pattern here I suspect it is on a colorful pair fo boxers. What a hoot!
Aren't you clever!
Amusing!
This is a riot!
I like this. It feels like the coolness of Fall chasing summer away.
A very nice reflection, pat.
:) Still wearing shorts here..but... I'll be rolling in the snow come December!
laughing at Floots!!!!
my wife just diagnosed me with noassitol - maybe this explains why my jeans are precariously falling. :p
:)
thanks for the laugh
brilliant stuff again
giggles..how do u manage this?
"the un-hemmed intrusion of night into day." very interesting..
how have you been?
enjoyable...wish summer could last
love it Pat. I've missed dropping to read your most recent post.
computer died, finally bought a new laptop and went wireless... yeah can you believe it I set up the router. Lost everything, files, photos, address book, etc. Now working on filling up this new toy.
You make me laugh always Pat
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