If eyelids were on the bottom of our eyes
… lights would be on the floor.
note: our eyes might drown when we cried too.
double note: sorry, that’s all I got tonight.
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Today #325
Today a student made me laugh when he referred to a hatchet as a tomahawk.
“Excuse me. What aisle are the tomahawks in?“
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Tagged Close Encounters of the Third Kind, eyelids, humour, lights on the floor
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