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THE BANK JOB
As I peddled, hell for leather, down the hill upon my bike,
I saw the lights TURN RED, ahead, a sight i didnt like,
My bicycle was ancient, it only had one brake
It took some time in slowing down.... of that there's no mistake
I duly pulled the brake on but the bike just kept on going
The cable SNAPPED, I had No Brake, or anyway of slowing
The people crossing up ahead, not k...
Thursday 19th December 2019 3:58 am
SO NOW HE,S GROWN
Once there was a special lad, dinky little mite
He wasn,t very big at all, his stature very slight
It didnt seem to bother him, not bother him at all
Although the other kids in class, all seemd to look so tall
He didnt let him hold him back, he took it on the chin
And soon became a favourite, with his cheeky little grin
His sparkling personality, could light up any s...
Thursday 19th December 2019 2:17 am
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