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Dean Wood

dean wood,
 is no good,
chop him up,
for fire wood.




a rhyme my mum used to sing to me when i was a child?
go figuire.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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December 7, 2011 at 12:08 AM
oi,,,, lol.... i like your mom's humor... Dean, i'm just saying cause i'm a mom.. and i kid with my brats all the time... nice one~ENJOYED.. thank you for sharing your wonderful poem;-) Have yourself a very lovely day, always,..p.d.
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October 31, 2011 at 6:04 AM
Your mum was poetic, great start in life for you, brings a smile to the dial, from the sadness beguiles, for a minute...
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October 31, 2011 at 6:17 AM
i thaught she was out of order but when i think about it she planted the seed. thanks for that don youve changed my view. peace deano
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