Harry's a slow burner
but with his art
he is a real head turner :)
freckle is no good at rhyming
and she better curb her line in.....
erotica and misery ;)
Boom Boom! Tush.....!
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I'll be ploughing through the snow judging by the view from my window, but by eck i'm off out, never got round to it today and it's made t'job worse, plod tomorrow, race on New Year's Eve, Mrs. first fell race on New Years Day and a 30 mile trog at weekend whatever the weather should sort me daft ead out:)
Here is a poem for Merrylegs.
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the race you're started seems all uphill.
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Races are hard with their twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns.
And many a fell runner turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don't give up though the pace seems slow,
You may succeed with another go.
Often the finish is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man.
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup.
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar.
So stick to the race when you're hardest hit,
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
(Anon - as modified by me)