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Jan 2
Ball stopped rolling
Mis understood
Too many ifs
Too many could’s.
Stuck out
in the
Freezing cold
Down the
river
I’ve been
sold.
Up **** creek
Without a paddle
Been entered
for
The
donkey
derby
No sign of a saddle.
Life for me is just
Mess
I might chop me
***** of and start
wearing
A dress.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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