An American Christmas song
These are the lyrics from a song Jools and I wrote in a bid for Taxi work. I’m sitting at a window in the...
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These are the lyrics from a song Jools and I wrote in a bid for Taxi work. I’m sitting at a window in the...
Read more arrow_forwardA quark, Is a quark.. Is a curious bird.. That quacks in the dark Like a duck in a park But can never be seen.....
Read more arrow_forwardMy grandmother says that when she was a small girl in Africa, She rode on an ostrich once. She said they are very silly birds;...
Read more arrow_forwardNo is not a nice word. I don't like it at all. I much prefer yes. As in, Yes, you can watch a bit...
Read more arrow_forwardI found a tiny little spider the other day, when I was making my usual tour of the skirting board. It was really, really...
Read more arrow_forwardPeople talk about love all the time. Love you! says my mum when she kisses me. Love you! says my sister when she tucks me...
Read more arrow_forwardHigh up in the sky it flies.. Bright red in the sun. If I don't let go of the string it will lift me up...
Read more arrow_forwardJ is for Jiraffe. Everyone says Jiraffe should be spelt with a G. Not me. Think about it. G is, Clearly, A short, stubby, bad...
Read more arrow_forwardI don't know who me is yet. Sometimes I seem to do things which aren't me at all. Things I don't like But which seemed...
Read more arrow_forwardIt's interesting being in a hammock. Because most of the time you're not. In it, I mean. There's the bit where you are trying...
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