I rang them up whilst touring Timbuctoo,
Those bosom chums to whom you’re known as “Who?”
X J Kennedy
I rang them up whilst touring Timbuctoo, Those bosom chums to whom you’re known as “Who?”
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
I rang them up whilst touring Timbuctoo, Those bosom chums to whom you’re known as “Who?”
I rang them up whilst touring Timbuctoo,
Those bosom chums to whom you’re known as “Who?”
Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I've ever known.
There could be no honor in a sure success, but much might be wrested from a sure defeat.
To whom it may concern This poem about ice cream has nothing to do with government with riot, with any…