Now then wouldn’t it be funny when you’re running out of money and you’re eating all the honey on a sunny afternoon? But the honey bees are making more to eat as they are taking all the pollen they’ve been raking from the flowers rund the toon. Slipping twixt poetic voice now I am heralding my choice and with a Jack I shall rejoice as the sun is gannin doon But with gladdening expression I can feel this dark depression slip away without concession. Now I look like a balloon. Coz I’m done with all the honey and I’m thinking, yes it’s funny that the sky ‘s still bloody sunny and I’m fat but still immune to the names that I’ve been labelled as I sat at fancy tables and I find that I was able to adjust to my cocoon
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Ex soldier, father, party girl and generally nice guy taking time out to do as he pleases! one day i will make it back to the UK, but i aint in a hurry!
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