steel mill smoke stack
anvil and hammer
my will for sure
sprinkle the cotton
hot steam on my face
press down hard
don't beak the board
chore of the sixties
Liam is a qualified green keeper at a golf club,
Attended Mill Vale Middle and Queensbury Upper,
He’s from Dunstable and gained a degree, hub,
From Dunstable College in Business clever.
Born on the 17th day of December in year 1990,
He plays for 61FC in the South Midlands league,
And also plays for Saints FC on Sundays, frisky,
But was spotted playing on a Saturday, intrigue.
His Paralympic debut was in Rio, they placed fifth,
He just loves the game: “…I definitely think [that]
I would love to get into coaching when I can’t, [sith]
play anymore…[because] it's life changing.” Rap.
A vibrancy on a washing line is often likened to a knitting needle in a hailstorm. Fold away the parachutes of umbrella and kneel down on a thistle. It is rather comfortable when it is in flower. Dashing darting deriving daffodil draperies. And a large hairy dog playing with a hula hoop. Whirling. Good. Woof woof then. Over nineteen thousand feet the parasol leans into the wind. Ornately dressed in flowery patterns and sheets of ancient chiffon. Curvaceous corrosive callings of a breeze. And a wide angled bucket in a yard pondering the sky. Question not the arrival. Question only the departure. And such is the word of the thesaurus on a train. Hahahaha now go and eat the high tea. Hahahaha flimsy wheeled and heeled skirts and blouses. Crusty blooms. Goods granting gables. And a wand from a stone. Fabled frog frivolities. Haha xx xx number of peas over there chanting pod pod pod. Lovely
enchanting. Xxxxx gastronomically z
do one thing
two things
3 or 4 jobs,
keep busy
keep your mind busy
keep going
keep it moving.
otherwise
it all begins
to start
bothering you,
the car horns
the neighbor
the smells
the city
the people.
warm food served cold
cold food served warm.
people eating loud on the bus
the bus eating you like a bag of chips.
go on to something else
something better
done well.
Mom once used an iron called sad
In those times it was all that we had.
Like the old rub board
It had no electric cord
And the wrinkles it left weren't bad.
"Lost like a needle in and haystack"
"Make hay while the Sun shines", some make to much
Could be a bad case of," to many irons in the fire"
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