I'll tell you a tale of a man he began to imagine he could put a little bit of his soul into these paper models, give them life BAM! a curdle of new poetry is born Hell, we go in hook, line and sinker for the bugger a plan was made and the evolution of the Dead Good Poets had begun
Make your ears large and pointy (ideal for hearing red-hooded little girls) Resolve to be nice to small children even if they stink of poo Avoid eye contact when I stand up at the next DGP meeting assume I'm overdosing on mince pies and turkey sandwiches Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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