So the roots of your hair are white
Does it matter, as long as the hair is the colour you like.
Some people put a foot in it
I think it's preferable, to putting your face in it
Hand on my heart I'm telling you the truth
It's when my hand's not on my heart you have a problem
They say a Bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
I say, you can always dream of the two in the bush
Aching legs are telling you it's time to stop
But how do you stop your legs from aching?
A black cat crossing your path is LUCKY
Until you trip over it and break your neck
Judith Owston
Saturday, 26 June 2010
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