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Post by TerriTalks on Nov 10, 2008 9:32:00 GMT
This time last year I had moved right in With my friends And my bottle of gin! You've got to get out Move in with us There will be not more fighting No more fuss You will soon get a place Never fear We want you here To keep you near Time after time I put in my bids Some of the places were not fit to see You would not put a flea in Let alone me! I have waited with patience Hope and a good will But alas my property Has not come up Nothing will fit the bill I don't know what to do Or what to say When people keep asking Surely you have found Somewhere to live? I really would like to be Independent again But how can I When the Council Just ignore my pain? Oh I just want a little Place of my own Where Porscha and I Can set up our home A kitten or two Would be just fine All the day long The sun it would shine I remain ever hopeful! Love TerriTalks xxxx
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Post by Lou Briccant on Nov 12, 2008 18:48:56 GMT
The right place will come along Terri, then you'll be fine.
Lovve and hugs. Lou.
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Post by TerriTalks on Dec 11, 2008 21:25:30 GMT
Hi Lou Thanks for the little message I do hope so I will let you know when I get somewhere of my own. Love & Hugs TerriTalks xxxx
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