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Endless autumn:
Waiting for the
Waiting
To cease.
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No Good Boyo said…
Bloke goes into pub
And asks you got any nuts
He then shows them his.
17 September 2009 at 17:38
M C Ward said…
From "No Good Boyo - The Official Autobiography"?

Sounds like you been reading too much Kerouac.
17 September 2009 at 17:59
Gadjo Dilo said…
There was a young man from Brasil,
Who's teaching job made him feel ill,
So he switched to translation,
Which he embraced, with elation,
But now his blog-readers aren't getting their fill!
18 September 2009 at 02:28
M C Ward said…
Fine work, young Gadj. It's true, I have been rather absent, but my troubles have been pouring down like rain recently.

I shall make a concerted effort to write more balls as soon as the signs are propicious.
18 September 2009 at 10:03
No Good Boyo said…
Their ears once yearned for
MC's wisdom. Class dismissed.
Autumn. Cold. Alone.

Pip pip old man. Could be worse.
18 September 2009 at 11:30
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