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Friday Poetry Corner

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    Friday Poetry Corner

    Well folks, another Friday, another year gone by ... dedicated to the memory of George Harrison, lets enter 2006 with

    Give me Love, give me Love

    Give me Peace on Earth
    Give me Light, give me Life

    Keep me free from birth
    Give me hope, help me cope with this heavy load
    Trying to touch and reach you with heart and soul

    OM My Lord . . .

    Please take hold of my hand, that
    I might understand you

    Won't you please
    Oh won't you

    Give me Love, give me Love
    Give me Peace on Earth
    Give me Light, give me Life
    Keep me free from birth

    Give me hope, help me cope with this heavy load
    Trying to touch and reach you with heart and soul





















    Last edited by AlfredJPruffock; 30 December 2005, 09:48.

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    Me and Fat Ernie Borgnine
    -------------------------

    Remember the time when I gored that monkey?

    That’s how much I love you.



    And remember that time that guy

    and that other guy went to that place

    and drank that beer? Well,

    that was me. But

    don’t hate me—

    It was warm.



    Don’t stuff the penguins down the toilet.

    Don’t stuff the penguins down the toilet.



    Five years’ leaves have fallen on the ground of my discontent.

    I have buried my hatchet in the snows of winters past.

    I will not hate you anymore.

    I will plot ways to bludgeon your hillbilly ass instead.

    I will cha-cha on your grave, you furry-lipped psychobitch dildo-hog.
    Brexit is having a wee in the middle of the room at a house party because nobody is talking to you, and then complaining about the smell.

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