Poem -

Just a Few Thoughts on Getting Even

this is not me at all .. let's call a prototype

                                                                            I never get drunk enough
                                                                                        these days,
                                                                           to think about culling you ..
                                                                                        I just hope,
                                                                             beyond hope someone
                                                                                       might come
                                                                          along one day and cull you
                                                                                     on my behalf ..

 

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Bernadete van d...

Neville, I don't like this one. Not a bit. So, I am not giving you any stars this time. But hey, you don't write to get stars but to say what the hell you want to say. Good on ya mate! You have my respect and hugs. 

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Neville

You can of course, beat an egg and a drum but you just can't beat the perfect mix of respect and hugs .. Many thanks B .. N :) 

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Bernadete van d...

I know you do this on purpose just to stir the pot, you clever cookie. 

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