MY PUBLIC PRONOUN(i)CEMENT
My good readers of this moral blog : I stand here before you today.
Do not let the word slip from your hand.
Until we have built delusion land ...
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Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
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4 comments:
You will get a good whipping for this.
I wish I'd never written that bloody poem.
But you did dear William you did !
Once it is out, it is out.
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