There once was a poet named Black
Who read his poetry in the outback.
When they threw rotten fruit
He played his old flute
And he threw that fruit right back!
There once was a poet named Black
Who read his poetry in the outback.
When they threw rotten fruit
He played his old flute
And he threw that fruit right back!
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Many thanks for the kind share, Michael. Kevin
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A vendetta poet. Lol Have a nice Saturday, Kevin! Thanks for the smile. xx Michel
Thanks Michael. You too, have a good Saturday. Best wishes. Kevin
Thanks, Kevin! Has gone well. xx Michael
I’m glad your Saturday has gone well, Michael. Mine is going well and I’m meeting a friend this evening for some beers in my favourite pub which I’m looking forward to. Kevin