Short Livingstone Poems

When Livingstone got back to quarters
It was time to pay off his porters
His account was in London, no branch was nearer
So each man got a check made out to bearer...

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David scored the only, first goal,
In the first match against Brazil, 
The host nation of Paralympics,
All his guts and grit he did spill. 

From Livingstone in Scotland, 
David played for Hibs juniors, 
But he then moved to Preston, 
Now is in Musselburgh seniors. 

He works for RBS and he says, 
Rio was “the best experience 
of my life…[and] the Paralympics 
has opened a [new experience].“...

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A teapot clapping is a fish bowl clucking and an irrespective thought can be as cloudy as a drop of ink on a page. Beware the trotting dusty bowl on trusted legs. Moving. Daring darning dancing dogs. And a monumental beak ironing. Oh well movies moaning. Meaning an explosion of fish darting around in the sky. Livingstone line linking lavishness. And a thrown fork is not a heifer toe nor is it a pointed leaf. Hahaha milking an egg. Hahaha ministerial mincemeat. Xxxxx aero sciences Z z z z...

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