You are the light of my life But sometimes..... it's an interrogation lamp. You are the light at the end of the tunnel But sometimes.... it's a train...
The telephone box in my street is repeatedly smashed up - and this poem is just me imagining why.... The Templetown Matador Some will say it's not a...
i wish she'd get a bloody
Posted on Mon, 18 Mar 2013
i wish she'd get a bloody move on. typical woman! lovely poem tho. really like it!Read full commentPosted in Spring Is Getting Ready