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Bait (for old Berts last wish) I was fishing for a compliment the other day But not one bite came my way l looked in a shop window and saw my...
Running through the mist Swimming in the river Laughing at the cold Making us shiver Cycling downhill Wind in our face No sign of fear Not a trace...
Irene There’s no light Bright Enough to see into your soul There’s no stopping yourself digging a hole You lose your voice When surrender is your...
We were laughing about the state of the car That we called rusty The seats were so dusty And something stank We were trying to guess how far We’d get...