The Worries Of Folk Poem by Phil Ward
The Worries Of Folk
Where’s me umbrella I had it in me hand,
I can’t lose that, I borrowed it she’ll throw a dicky and,
If I don’t return it in the state she gev it me,
I’ll git no snap for me lunch and nuffin for me tea.
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4/25/2024 9:33:57 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You have a gift for capturing the everyday and showing it to us in an affectionate new light. I am enjoying your work. Thank you for posting.