This is a crying shame in my opinion...i think you should either throw a sicky or call us from china!!! (if only to check if I am still breathing

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last words of ailing fell poetess
"I bequeath my pink hair clip
to mountain goatess,
my reggae collection
to the ol' hound
slyvia plath books to Mossy
and wait I just found...
the first draft of wrecking ball
I'll give that to dear Harry"
she whispered with her very last breath
Ever creative,
Hes produced
a very quick sketch,
"don't be sad",
cried out the novice so pale
"please honour me by drinking gallons of ale
beginning with S and ending in lifter
your woes will disappear
tho you might not feel fitter
goodbye dear friends,
it really was a blast
even though I wasn't too fast
I enjoyed the view
and especially Stolly's pictures
and even the odd
fell running fixture
give my regards to my marra
dear merrylegs
whilst you are polishing off
the rest of those kegs
Ask Herakles to write
some well constructed verse
as your ol pal Frecks
is carted off in that there herse!"
Oh dear...I do appear to have lost the plot tonight at the very mention of the anni!