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Mouth Breather - July 20, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • Jul 19
  • 1 min read

my brothers pointed this out

in a couple recent photos

 

my mouth is open, earning me

an aging bonus of about ten years

 

so I’m trying to remember to

clamp it shut, when I’m not talking

laughing or catching my breath

 

it’s tough – so much easier for

a hang-ten guy to relax the jaw

 

and with loose lips

parley with a life

in the seventies

 
 
 

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