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Pretty much like any other on-line home, really. Lots of stuff lying around, and joyously none of it laundry. (or 'How The English Language Was 'Written Off By Me') Just when you think things can't get any verse... South Gloucester Ford Capri Owners club, the story of The Flying Tiger, and other tales for those with an interest in what's left of her 1,886,646 sisters. If A Picture Can Paint A Thousand Words... ...you'd think they could redecorate my kitchen too. Various snaps of me and mine A useful and/or interesting assortment of sites that were just lying around...
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Poetry, Fruitcake Style Poets are known as tortured souls, and history is littered with examples to prove it. In a break with tradition, it's the readers of my rhyme that suffer. Dreadful puns and decidedly cheesy subjects are hallmarks of poetry, fruitcake style... There's plenty more where that lot came from. If you're not careful.
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