Old man exmouth market (Photo credit: Daniel2005)
this old man, he played none
and can’t remember having any fun
with his collection of knick-knacks
and bruised by life’s little whacks
he decided never more to roam
so, this old man came rolling home
knick-knack, nursery rhyme, old man
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#1 by emmylgant on December 7, 2012 - 12:46 pm
Hauntingly regretful. I keep telling myself (on the good days) that it’ ain’t over until the fat lady sings. Smiles.
#2 by RKHouse on December 7, 2012 - 1:29 pm
Here’s to the good days!
#3 by emmylgant on December 7, 2012 - 8:37 pm
I am raising a glass of local rosé to your good health.
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