Now now behave yourself. You'll be OK when your hangover is gone.Fuc? you, you utter creep
Now now behave yourself. You'll be OK when your hangover is gone.Fuc? you, you utter creep
Fuck you you utter creepFuc? you, you utter creep
Love it, it's a bit creepy. But it's a bit of a leap to bury him deep.would it be better for you to keep the dirty creep.Fuck you you utter creep
I'd like to see you put to sleep
Now shut your mouth and not a peep
Or in the ground I'll bury you deep.
Im a poet now ?
I never said that he was dirtyLove it, it's a bit creepy. But it's a bit of a leap to bury him deep.would it be better for you to keep the dirty creep.
?Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
(Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!)
?Maybe a collaboration with Mary of Dayton, Ohio....... Maybe. Cmon, Lee ffs m8.
But you could Google it, Lee.?
I've no idea what you are on about.
I admit that I'm not a poetry expert tbh.