I passed along to my mother the odd compliment I had been paid by one of the guys I work for (“You make [the last guy] look like a fire hydrant.”) when I talked to her last night, and I recieved this IM this afternoon:
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(mom):Top this…
You can’t!
My daughter is NOT
A fire hydrant!
Apoem by your proud mom, MKL
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I have no idea what this means.
At all.