Treasure Island

Robert Green


A Thought! II


The path from need to needy is paved only with wh(Y) ?

Submitted: Saturday, December 08, 2012
Edited: Saturday, December 08, 2012

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  • Robert Green (12/8/2012 4:56:00 PM)

    your title says it all your majesty WAS

    Time to abdicate and make way for the new

    God save the King long live the NEW KIng

    (Oh that's ME in case you had not worked it out)

    ROTFLMFAO

    Best Regards
    His Royal HIGHness

    Robert (Report) Reply

  • King Big Head (12/8/2012 3:46:00 PM)

    A bit short Bobby, don't get me wrong I'm all for saving ink,
    and it is a good write, not as good as mine, but there you go.
    But don't feel down hearted, I am the best poet in the world.

    Your King. (Report) Reply

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