Fogeys Poems - Poems about Fogeys

...I walked down the alleyways of London Early one edgy Friday evening. I am a touring, curious resident, mind you. The sun was shy and was sinking breathlessly and With the hushed melody of frazzle......

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...It wasn't in India, it wasn't even here, rather, where you wanted it to be my dear, I don't like the food and all the old fogeys, they all just sit there picking their bogeys. We tell stories: ......

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...The flab getting clearer old age coming nearer My own piece of meat too bad(she used to be so sweet) is a butt of nothing(and that is really saying something) Moby @ick I am Salt of the sea or......

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