Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,
some are my own and some of them not.
You can like one, or quite like them all,
or simply not like them a hell of a lot.
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Magnetic by Wendy Cope
i spell it out on this fridge door
you are so wonderful
i even like th way you snor
the reverend jack ralph
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