Small poem
Today im not realy saying anything but I found a poem out of my book which is called...
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My Old Jumper
Putting on my old jumper
Is an adveture.
It has so many holes
That you never know
Where
Youre arms are going to end up.
John Coldwell
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ita pretty boring... I dont like it... today is rubbish for me and im not doing much either, you know im just going to die wrhite now, sorry todays post is rubish, sigh...
1 Comments:
Actually, I kinda like that poem - short and good and sums up nicely putting on an old, but loved, jumper... or maybe the jumper isn't loved... but is just old... or maybe the jumper isn't even a jumper, but holes surrounded by wool...
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