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The Right Turn

Noxious noise too loud is absurd What's the point of saying a word? Some bikers adore A Harley's revved-up roar And tread on my right to be heard! Author's note: How about a wedding band so loud that there's no chance of a conversation at the table? Why do the people generating the noise have no idea? Who is shunning gentleness and subtlety for the sake of shock and awe? What happened to democracy's sense of empathy and fairness? Where is the government regulation to assure peace and quiet? When will my ears get a break?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/19/2012 1:40:00 PM
Your limericks are so much fun to read, love it. Your ears may only get a break when your 90, that is IF you get hard of hearing, lol. Hugs
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Date: 8/17/2012 9:03:00 AM
hey Duke luv always so great to hear from u.. this us incredible.. we have some loud roars round here at the beach but cops keep in tow.. nights are worse.. we r all doing fine.. hope u r too luv.. hope to see u more often.. miss this good stuff .. luv tou..
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Date: 8/16/2012 6:09:00 PM
I agree with Robert Hinshaw. Excellent limerick and enjoyed a laugh! Always, Laura
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