No Whistle

Ladies don’t whistle
my grandmother told me.
Sure am glad I do not
choose to be a “lady”
for I whistle my joy,
sing with the birds,
and do fairy dances
on full moons!

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5 Responses to No Whistle

  1. Dalo 2013 says:

    Pretty amazing stuff… One of my earliest memories is listening to my grandfather whistle.

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  2. vwoods1212 says:

    Make a joyful noise:)

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  3. haddyism says:

    My dog’s nose whistles better than I do

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  4. good for you – my wife has a two-fingered whistle that carries for miles

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