A man could be seen at the pier every morning
Every day someone would notice him yawning
Too early? one said
The man’s eyes were still red
Oh, it’s my wife – she just can’t stand my snoring
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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