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GROUCHY ONE

LOVE STYLE

GROUCHY ONE

Have you ever tried loving a grouchy one?

​​​​​​Grunting sounds come easy when just the right button is pushed...

Like saying "You look Mighty Dapper today"...

"Does it hurt when you smile?"

You can feel the floor or wall on that one...

OUCH!

Love a grouchy...

If you want to play...

Maybe, sing them a fine lulla...

​​​​​​Bye?

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

Yup...

​​​​Mine doesn't like to come out a lot...

It doesn't like when I put it to bed...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Greg...

Mine pouts if she doesn't think she got enough treats...

I tell her too much of a good thing isn't good for her heart...

She never believes that one...

Thank you for your fun comment and support my friend...

feathers

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Shirley Harrison

I love the grouch from sesame street turns out I married him too. LoL 🀣 ah funny love,  it's better to laugh right? Sparrowsong you do make me chuckle my dear friend of poetry. 🌹

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