Day 16
Dedicated to Trish Hopkinson
How
odd it is when asked the question
no one has hint of hesitation.
If you were stuck on desert land
the sort with too much bloody sand.
What would you take?
They then say a book!
I dismay!
I roll my eyes and start to gloat.
For I would take a great big boat.
A yacht, or ship or flipping ferry
the sort that serves up food and sherry.
no one has hint of hesitation.
If you were stuck on desert land
the sort with too much bloody sand.
What would you take?
They then say a book!
I dismay!
I roll my eyes and start to gloat.
For I would take a great big boat.
A yacht, or ship or flipping ferry
the sort that serves up food and sherry.
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day 17
I
have lost my marbles
I think they were purple
Not a lot rhymes with purple.
No wonder I lost them
I think they were purple
Not a lot rhymes with purple.
No wonder I lost them
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