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Jun 2016
I spy with my little eye
somethin' begining with me
thinkin' you're all that
lets just wait and see
takes a real good kickin'
to really get me down
I punch above my weight
and swim so I don't drown
take a nice big bite
chew it nice and slow
last orders mate
It's time for you to go
don't just ******' stand there
wantin' a reach around
sup up sunshine
this time your goin' down
don't come at me all balshy
pushin' me around
six feet's a good depth
you won't make a sound
so step into my parlour
and we'll have a little 'chat'
tell mummy you ain't home for  tea
cos you ain't coming back
My Dad grew up in a rough part of London in the 50's and 60's and early 70's, everyone of that era claims to have know the Krays. Funny thing is, most of them probably did, or at least knew of the trouble that went on. This is inspired by thinking of my Dad a lot lately. Going through photos with my Mum and talking with my very elderly Aunt.. ******.. don't tell her i said that...
I would never talk to anyone like this lol.
My Dad... He was as hard as nails, built like a brick ******* and loved me with all his heart <3
Little Bear
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     ---, Ja, --- and Maggie Magnolia
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