Birthday alert

January 19, 2014 by Rufus McCain at 9:49 am

Once there was a poet named JOB
Whose lines would have wound round the globe
If laid end to end,
Fingered and penned
And cascading down from his lobe.

JOB's Lobes

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2 Comments Filed Under: bloggerel verse, happy birthday, JOB, JOB's poetry, Life

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Angelico Nguyen, Esq., OP says

January 21, 2014 at 4:26 am

Lobe. An inherently funny word.

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Ironic Catholic says

January 22, 2014 at 12:30 pm

…and a happy birthday to JOB, and to all a good night.

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