I've never tried to write Poetry in my life, bloody shows too. My attempt at this has only bought heartache and an over indulgence of chocolate. All these words are whizzing round my brain unable to get out. Strange how the F word manages to find its way.
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Monday, February 18, 2008
humour,funny,cornwall,camping,life Poetry
In his 20's the willie is like an oak tree, mighty and rock hard. In his 30's and 40's like a birch, flexible but reliable. In his 50's it is like a christmas tree-dead from the root up and the balls are just for decoration!
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