Garry Smith


Cora Bishop - Poem by Garry Smith

Cora Bishop's feet ain't cold,
Naughty little lie she's gone and told.
And, we know they're not really red,
Tells little fibs 'bout going to bed.
Not tucked up cosy as can be,
Sneaks off out to the chat community.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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