Poem -

Thirteen Times the Cuckoo Called

                                                               thirteen times the cuckoo called
                                                              the first time heard since I got old ..

                                                                        maybe twas a warning ..

                                                              thirteen times that cuckoo called
                                                       at just gone twelve, this Sunday morning ..

 

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Shaun Cronick

Nev it comes to us all and no getting around it.
Mortality and evitability and all that.
But don't lose all hope for some of those calls are echoes.
Cosmo will get more astute poems and mileage out of you yet!
And there's no escaping that!
All good things at you :)

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Neville

Thanking you kind sir has become something of a conditioned reflex I doubt I shall ever tire of .. Many thanks Shaun .. AGT's back at you :) 

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Neville

Many thanks kind sir, so very much appreciated, I doubt I shall ever tire of your visits and kindness Shaun .. AGT's back at you .. Neville 

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Marion

Really really like this one Neville, not sure what special quality it has but it did it for me...hugs x

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Neville

I wasn't sure at first but mission accomplished .. note to self (neva put all ya eggs in one basket) .. Thanks a bundle Marion x

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