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Trouble Maker
Trouble maker?
WHO, ME?! - you
jest and I mean a
hearty hey ho, it ain't
so mr neighbor's dad
of my friend - And
that's what they said
A foul mouthed Boy of
ELEVEN orbits around
that STAR, and if I
AM, then I am - so
we were friends any
way because some
bonds know no bounds
or such - And it wasn't
Long after that sweet
proclamation I was doing
my own orbits if you
catch my say so -
AH the folly of youth
is not wasted on the
young, it's just
used up more fully
and quicker. Let's
put it on a shirt - No
let's just take our
shirts off. ))))))))))) .
Published 16th Oct 2013
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