He only lives a stone’s throw away
and suffers concussion every day.
My curiosity has quite a thirst
so I ordered an egg and a chicken on line
to see which one would arrive here first.
As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death
I start to tremble and hold my breath
and question my judgement for perhaps
I should never have relied on Google Maps
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
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Brilliant my friend Google maps has definitely done that a few times to me!
Have a fantastic day
Me too - thanks PD
Oh lol, good writes and pic M.
Yes, and any change with that Fire Door? Must it still be kept closed at all times? We'll burn to death!
One from me:
In the Lottery is every ball really No.37? It comes up an awful lot!
LOL oh dear, if I used Google maps I would for sure to end up in a lake or a colosseum or something lol I simply follow my nose 😂 love this dear Michael
Thankfully Ive got a decent sat nav in my car
Splendiferous Michael .. though shorties in form, they are each a tall order to beat and long on guffaws .. Neville
All members of the poetic family of puniferious. Thanks Neville
Death to Google maps...rip and use pages out of that 1998 street directory - your only chance of finding the Pearly Gates.
Good laugh, Michael.
Pearly gates never seem to feature on the antique programmes - must be pretty rare Cheers DD
Three good ones Michael.
Andy
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