Poetry old curmudgeon by James Murren12 November 2008 Comments 0 rainy and cold somber skies old curmudgeon love never dies wet leaves lay on the ground cannot even rustle a sound a beer, some leaves weather is great wanna come along and be my mate Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... 0 comments on “old curmudgeon” Leave a Reply Cancel reply Post navigation Previous Post Next Post
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