There was a young lad from Clovelly
Who thought he'd invented the telly.
When turned on it went pop
changed the boy into slop
now he looks like a giant green jelly
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The Tree of Dreams
PoetryRandom poetry and the occasional drabble or dribble of other short random thought from the depths my somewhat bemused brain, or possibly Brian if the schizophrenic misspelt pseudo entity that lives up there is up to his old tricks... poems from the...
