david hobbs
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SnowdonClimbing up Snowdon a cold draft up her kilt
And nothing sustaining save a can of cold Lilt
This daring young maiden her heart all a flutter
Would let the pure winds blow away all the clutter
With a fag in her mouth and gasping for breath
thought with this wind up me kilt I could catch me death
Anon
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meiah
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Pure genius
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david hobbs
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Meiah
I humbly apologise for allowing my grandchildren to access my computer and hack into my personal writings and put on this nonsensical verse
I have told them that if they do it again I will boil them alive and eat them so please forgive my lapse of grand parental supervision
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laura
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classic...... i think you should write a book of poetry too! wordsworth eat your heart out!!!
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