All the kids loved their mums. Except for Trude.
Well, dogs need food.
All the kids respected their ancestors. Except for Josh.
He felt his pets deserved some nosh.
All the kids loved their grans. Except for Joe.
He didn't want the police to know.
All the kids loved their mums. Except for Trude.
Well, dogs need food.
All the kids respected their ancestors. Except for Josh.
He felt his pets deserved some nosh.
All the kids loved their grans. Except for Joe.
He didn't want the police to know.
Time conquers pain, it never conquers love.
Don't go, said the crow
Stay, said the jay
Don't rush, said the thrush
Don't die, said the pie
Starting when, said the wren
Out of luck, said the duck
Gone. said the swan.
When consulted, the Summer Moon
Agrees I've got over you.
A bit.
Giuseppe Verdi,
Was a big scaredy.
He only wrote Aida,
Because he saw a spaida.
When they brought the finger bowl, I didn't know the etiquette. Luckily someone lent me a hand.
I'll never forget old Ma Key. She was huge. Built like a tent.
Cartesian pigs,
Don't wear wigs,
But according to our figs,
We have free swill.
All the J's and L's were stolen. Luckily the police were on the K's.
The vivid brightness of other beings.
I cry at their beauty.
Moor-hen.
My Sleep Monitor says I've been
Asleep 95 hours.
Human failure.
I'm glad
Time has
Slowed me
Down
Now I can listen to it
better,
Disgusting: a scholar
Snoring like a pig.
So he can't hear the birdsIf I should vote, remember this of me
That according to The Representation of the People Act (1983)
My vote is cast, and cannot be revoked by any earthly sway.
(Unless the Royal Mail loses it on the way.)
One person picks themself up from the ground
And someone close by sees, and does the same.
Dusts themself down, and carries on.
A third picks up the same idea:
Defeat is not defeat; and copies yet again
The resolution they have seen before.
And so it carries on; one act of courage
Can be infectious in a chain, and at the end
We all may rise again with pride.
"I fancied you".
"I never knew!"
"I never said."
"And now I'm dead."
The spinach didn't just wilt.
It was kilt.
Here's another crazy idea. Some Swiss prof claims if you want to slim, then between dawn and dusk you should eat only cereals. Honestly. It's called "The day, the muesli diet".
Google Calendar sent an alert: "Clear tomorrow". Got up and it was still raining.
Another one. I asked some Greens a question. But there was no Brussels answerability.
My new hedge is privet. I was thinking outside the box.
Revenge is sweet so they say. Do they mean it's serial?
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