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Post by singingyorkie on Jan 12, 2007 17:05:12 GMT
I've been t town, but why did I go' I thought I knew, but it wasn't so.
The list I wrote is on the side, I'm trying hard to decide, Something for tea I thought, Oh no, Something to wear then, I don't think so.
I'll go for a coffee whilst I think, I feel no better after my drink!
I'm waiting for the bus to take me home, Listening to everybody moan, Now I've remembered, Oh it's too late, Try again next week, I'm sure it'll wait.
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Post by plymman on Feb 4, 2007 1:57:11 GMT
Crikey!! I thought you were writing about me!!!...........an' I'm only 48!! great poem yorkie
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 14, 2007 22:40:50 GMT
The PMB takes me with her to help her remember, Silly woman, I have a memory like a sieve
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