edgeog
i Know im gonna get hung drawn and quartered for this but ? Me dad he had an edgeog He fed him worms at three Worms he had They made him mad Voratious carnivore he They often would have days out Dad walked him on a lead In late september autumn start They climbed a conker tree That edgeog took a fancy To an orse chestnut or three He took himself out onto a branch Of a limb that wouldnt hold him The branch it snapped The edgeog fell And most unfortuatley Exploded upon impact Worms gave him wind you see. its got some truth to it
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numbnuts
mad bloke lives in spain. thinks he`s completley bonkers, but this is only due to investigating books on insanity. self diagnosed manic depressive ,but loving the rollercoaster ....please excuse me !
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