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🦶🏻 Hello . . .   Everybody . . . thank you for coming.  . . .   Ready?

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High Hope, like the sky, fades to blue, as Dawn dries the sparkling dew, and leaves in the clear morning view fond visions, less bright though more true:   Where colorful dreams fall askew, Reality, flatly, shines through.   Story of my 🦶🏻 life.   Until now.

This story’s called, “That’s my Way”.   There’s a whole great big other reason why it’s called “That’s my Way” like that, with the “my” not capitalized.   . . .   But, that’s another story.

This story’s about a sweeping reform I once initiated in the whole state education system, top down.   But the next time I went stirring things up 🦶🏻 over there, I got <ahem> ✌🏻“educated”✌🏻 to ✌🏻“stop it”✌🏻!   . . .   But, that’s another story.

In this story, I had a budding new comedy-poetry act — high hopes, small crowds, family friendly laughter laced with teardrops.

Lots of fun, and, no money!   But I did have a lovely and adoring fan to cheer me on at all the shows.   My girlfriend called her, “Your Groupie”.  . . .  (heh-heh) But, that’s another story.

So one evening, a handful of our political hopefuls were proclaiming their runnings for Governor, and I swapped ’em a comedy-poetry hour for a porkchop dinner plate.   Afterwards I got to meet and mingle with the shiny-new candidates.

Like always, I opened the show flapping and tapping a cardboard ‘clap’ sign, like, “testing one two three”, until there’s a 👏🏻spatter of clapping <“yeah, like that”>, check my ‘cheer’ sign 👍🏻 until somebody cheers <“that’s right”>, and lastly sign ‘boo’ 👎🏻 ’til some of you do <“thank you”>, and then begin, signing other requests throughout the show, for fun, like ‘groan’ 🤜🏻 at a groanworthy pun <“very good”>, or ‘jeer’ at a peak of poignancy, to lace up the teardrops with laughter.   I like to mix feelings . . . you’ll see.

But with this evening’s event’s excitements, amid the dinnering’s din, attentions grew harder to hold.   My best ever crowd was all abuzz about Racers for Governor, like that’s funner than hearing me!

My stairway to stardom at stake, I’m fraughtened with failureful fears, and grasping at gripping their ears, going for broke to retake my big break!   But, Luck . . . favors . . . the bold.   Yet, this is the Limerick I told:

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And Silence fell, and faces froze, and fingers flexed; the few who’d found that funny flinched and flushed.  . . .

. . ,   So I guess their ears got gripped!