Bigging Poems - Poems about Bigging

...The family sat (mum, dad, child and the cat) as they did every Friday for lunch no-one uttered a word, and all that one heard was a fork or occasional crunch. The lad stopped eating chips wiped ......

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...Standing at the proverbial crossroads, tapping into the game like Morse code. Cutting my loses as I've lost loads, Nothing more to lose, I'm like frost... Froze my assets switching to boss mode. Are ......

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...I'm a very proud Gran, I do love them so much, They all cuddle the best, there soft skin, love to touch, I am thinking there angels, each one, six in all, But the saying out there is pride......

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