Old annum is a groanin' His bones they do ache so White beard a trailin' on down low "No one lissens to me now It's abouht time ta go" Ole annum is a groanin' and a creakin' and a sneakin' out de room Give 'im de boot and shut the door by mamajoy Sign in to see full entry.
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Little poems; how to lick a rainbow, the sky wept, sun peeking,lanterns. . . by Mamajoy. Can I write a poem a day? Hmmmm.
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