Pleased to me you. I bet you are.A rather classy lady lace. By farThe nicest of my spots for tea.I’ve seen a few, believe you me.An olde time feel with many floorsAnd nooks and cranny’s but open doorsThe old dears congregate along the frontWhere sweets and pastries bare the bruntOf high teas with a dash…
Pleased to me you. I bet you are. A rather classy lady lace. By far The nicest of my spots for tea. I’ve seen a few, believe you me.
An olde time feel with many floors And nooks and cranny’s but open doors The old dears congregate along the front Where sweets and pastries bare the brunt
Of high teas with a dash of cheese With Bruno built walls and potted trees. It’s like a place I knew quite well In Budapest, but you can’t tell.
It smells so new, not quite yet soiled Perhaps a big weekend might spoil The ambiance of a country inn. Oh crap, me tea… let me begin
Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.
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