This fella wasn't a joke:
He could fight like a thrashing machine, and run like a hairy goat!
Then this day he met his maker: did a one eighty.
Never thought...
Can't remember..
What was once, a bleak September.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Lovely!
A poem of change nicely written
nicely written
Tell me, just quietly: is this when he found faith? Reference to September - seems like a fairly ordinary month to me...
To be honest, this one is fictional.
I was messing around with some of my dear departed mums sayings.
It may be truth inspired?, but hey, bullshit abounds.
Plenty around these parts...
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