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so the city needs a scapegoat...
I was sitting on the street
the policeman asked me what I was doing
I said I was picking the flowers
he said there aren't any flowers
I said not any more...
Published 24th Oct 2015
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Anonymous
24th Oct 2015 1:34am
'he said there aren't any flowers
I said not any more...'
or you could have added: 'cause I gave them to your wife'. . .xo, Devlin.
I said not any more...'
or you could have added: 'cause I gave them to your wife'. . .xo, Devlin.
24th Oct 2015 1:57am
24th Oct 2015 1:42am
A 'pocket-full' of posies'.....hmmmm..?? ( giggle....giggle!)
Paul, this piece has left me smiling .....with such a vivid visual ---(you talking to the 'bobby' about all those flowers...either real, or those 'imagined'--for whatever reason ;) )
Thank you, mo Chara, for starting off my evening with your wonderful, wry wit !! (truly needed this!!)
Paul, this piece has left me smiling .....with such a vivid visual ---(you talking to the 'bobby' about all those flowers...either real, or those 'imagined'--for whatever reason ;) )
Thank you, mo Chara, for starting off my evening with your wonderful, wry wit !! (truly needed this!!)
24th Oct 2015 2:00am
ah your evening
is the early hours
of my morning
isn't the
world most
amazing..;)
is the early hours
of my morning
isn't the
world most
amazing..;)
24th Oct 2015 6:49am
25th Oct 2015 00:25am
25th Oct 2015 2:39pm
I would think you should be promptly arrested as I was the last time I picked flowers - I suppose a graveyard is just not the place :-)
another wee cracker :-)
another wee cracker :-)
26th Oct 2015 4:26am
27th Oct 2015 7:58pm
sometimes it takes people to realize things. Good on you for pointing that out.
