When I go to the ballet I often wonder
‘What do you call a male ballerina?’
You said I’d blown your mind away
but let me please explain
It’s not my charm I have to say
It’s down to your feather brain.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Good writes and pic M.
Ta O
Love the back-handed truth in the second snippet Mike - - ouch if your lover thinks you are feather-brained.
Better than being an airhead i guess lol
Simple as that innit .. I dont think so Mr. Edwards ..
this is far greater than the entire sum of its parts ... and please explain how you made that bit of art up there.. I am seriously intrigued .............................. Neville
Cheers N me ole fruit. Made from bits of wood salvaged from building sites where they have been 'characterised' by weather, mud and being run onver by lorries - would be better using driftwood but the sea is a long way out in central England.
Thanks for that Michael .. I am indeed mightily impressed .. Neville
Both lovely!
I think you nailed it. 😀
Thanks for sharing
Think i hammered it. lol
I googled it! You got me wondering too. I have so many of such questions. No one has dared to say anything to my face, yet!
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