NOV 18 (or..It’s Bloody Cold)

It’s a cold winters daywell there’s not much to sayI can feel old Jack Frost in the air.But a nice cup o teain a caff, not by memakes me look at a world without care.Many wintery coats(made from sheepskin not goats)don the shoulders of all passers by.Then the odd ‘heed the ball’wanders straight through the… 

It’s a cold winters day
well there’s not much to say
I can feel old Jack Frost in the air.
But a nice cup o tea
in a caff, not by me
makes me look at a world without care.

Many wintery coats
(made from sheepskin not goats)
don the shoulders of all passers by.
Then the odd ‘heed the ball’
wanders straight through the mall
wears a T shirt,  ignoring the sky.

So alas here I rest,
never shinning the best
with a toasted cheese bagel for dinner.
I’ve done my day training,
I’ve ran though it’s raining.
I consider myself ‘such a winner’

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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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