You'll find no sadness in this post
For now at least I'm your happy host
Welcome to my smiley face
Please come in,your presence please grace
I know my poems are up and down
One day mad and next day frown
I'm sure you all can identify
With my troubles of love and why
To compensate for horrible times
I go a bit mental in some of my lines!
But that's the real me,mad and weird
Lots of fun with a sexy beard!.
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