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Ode № 145058

Memories Of Home

by Edna Sweetlove

Member since 2006 · Posted 10 Aug 2006 · 6 comments

The house where I was born Stood near to fields of corn But now it's gorn And I'm forlorn. Fuck me, you can't sodding Rely on anything, can you?

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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 11-Aug-06/4:57 PM Reply
Were I but ten years younger, I'd have scalded this piece beyond all reckoning. Alas my obstinate buttocks have outgrown their jodhpurs, and whilst they clung loyally to their master's haunches for a time, it was with an act of tearful necessity that I disembarked from their fleshy embrace and watched them flee like dwarves into the cold dark night.
[9] MacFrantic 14-Aug-06/12:21 AM Reply
HA, sweet drivel
[10] Engelbert Humpalot 14-Aug-06/7:55 AM Reply
Sheer beauty. And how fucking true!
[10] Sing4Jesus! 23-Aug-06/9:45 AM Reply
Jesus farts for you!
[10] Ulterius 31-Aug-06/9:16 AM Reply
Brilliant.
[3] Hostileintent 14-Oct-06/4:41 AM Reply
thats the type of thing you would write straight from your head onto a page when drunk. sorry dame edna