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The Jacksonville Jackasses

The Jacksonville Jackasses

While watching the nightly newscast, I could not believe my eyes;
They showed a clip just freshly taken, imagine my surprise!
It showed hundreds of people in bathing suits, playing on the beach;
Acting like they had no worries, ignoring the “six foot reach”!
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I call them “The Jacksonville Jackasses”, no respect for our dear Country;
They come before the rest of us, threatening all of our security!
Some of them probably caught the virus, and gave it to others too;
Now more people will be dying, and it’s all because of you!
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Most of us do all in our power, to stop Corona’s spread;
We bide our time till the coast is clear, no longer must we dread!
But fools like you delay that, your pleasure of great import;
You need to reassess your thinking, and such behavior to abort!
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They flock to the beach
The Jacksonville Jackasses
Step in sands of death

 

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Nine Eleven

Unfortunately Larry, these people exist all over the world, I always felt that the USA would lead the world towards a higher level of thinking but trump's tweets about "liberate", just confuse the life out of me, I can't believe the things that come out if his mouth.

Great write Larry, be safe, maybe you could come over to Ireland for a visit when this is all over, we could meet up for a pint of Guinness. 

Take it easy X.

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Larry Ran

My Dear Friend Gerard,

There is in America, an old expression that the Native Americans created.  It goes "white man speak with forked tongue", a great analysis of every lie that flows from Trump's lips.  If we don't get rid of this bastard in November, I'm afraid our Democracy is doomed.

On the brighter side of things, maybe we will meet up one day for that Guinness.  On Saint Patrick's Day in 1980, my ex-wife and I had a large party at our home, with all the traditional foods of Ireland, Irish Stew, Irish Dark Bread, and salad.  I emptied our living room shelves, and put "100 bottles of beer on the wall".  Needless to say, they were all Guinness.

All my love,
Larry xxx

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