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Apr 2014
One night
I heard the bell ring at my door
there I saw my friends
ask them into the hall
there they stood
all ten members
of the Tri-ang bother hood
number right there at the front
then came a sound
I did twist around
to see
the top of the stairs
big momma did fall
and just like a ball
did knock all
NINE
of us down
and left standing
was just one
the last member
of the Tri-ang bother hood

PROUND   W  E  SAW HIM

and all agreed MAN
He was IN.
Sub NOT: no big moma's where hurt in righting this poem, for
NINE of us broke her fall.     :  Love  P@ul  :-)
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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