| Every dawn begins with me, At dusk I’ll be the first you see, And daybreak couldn’t come without What midday centers all about. Daises grow from me, I’m told And when I come, I end all cold, But in the sun I won’t be found, Yet still, each day I’ll be around. |
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I was in a pub in far Western Queensland last Saturday night, when this really brutally ugly girl came up to me, squeezed my ass and said
“Give me your number, sexy.” I replied “Have you got a pen?” She smiled and said “Yes.” I replied, “Well you better get back in it, before the farmer notices you’re missing.” |