I was replying to a comment from the lovely Rosie on myspace about our recent freak meeting at Bangface in London and I noticed a little poem I had written on her page. I reproduce it here for everyone to appreciate:
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
Jim Crow don't ride no hoss,
But in the depths of the old woodland,
The Froggies croak is rather hoarse.
That is ALL.
Friday, October 20, 2006
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