Hey party boy, night with your trulls
You walk and you walk and you walk
Leering and chatting up girls
Then you talk and you talk and you talk
Running your table, groupies abound
And you drink and you drink and you drink
Human stable, security around
And you sink, and you sink and you sink
Further with every kiss and every tongue
Do you ever, ever, ever, ever, think
Till another night…
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
shadow spinning also nice pic you caught the precise moment 🙂
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Thank you for the wonderful observation 🙂
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And pride comes before a fall…
Am I right?
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Always the case, always 🙂
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Very well thought out.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Excellent … A sad commentary on youth; but one that’s been relevant for – only the gods know how long!
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And it will continue for decades to come 🙂 appreciate your positive feedback M R 🙂
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Did we not agree? – or was that me talking with someone else …? ANYWAY, I wish you would STOP THANKING ME. In fact, I forbid it. I do not wish to be continuously thanked: it’s boring, C’est ennuyant.
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But I didn’t 🙂
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WOT?
Oh, I give up.
If we ever meet, I shall pinch you savagely !
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There were no ‘thank you’ words in my response 🙂 secondly I assume you meant punch 🙂
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No – pInch. Apply my forefinger and thumb to some of your flesh and PINCH it.
Surely you have a word for that?
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How about lynch, get a mob in, then throw the body in the bin, it will be good fun 🙂
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Salaud. Tu me fais rire quand je veux être sérieuse !
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🙂 🙂
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Reblogged this on KCJones.
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I admit that I’m not the biggest “rhyming” fan, but this poem I thoroughly enjoyed! Well done! Bravo!
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Enjoy your weekend AB 🙂
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