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For the young at heart.
Harold was born back to front
And so, it was not clear
If he was on his way somewhere
Or heading back to here
Was he getting off the bus?
Or was he getting on?
Did he come to visit us
Or had he been and gone?
He`s ever such a happy chap
Who does not seem to mind
Even though he`s front to back and back to front behind.
Neve hguoht s`eh tnorf ot kcab dna kcab ot tnorf dniheb.
Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2016-02-09 at 19:35
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For the young at heart.
Dlorah
Harold was born back to front
And so, it was not clear
If he was on his way somewhere
Or heading back to here
Was he getting off the bus?
Or was he getting on?
Did he come to visit us
Or had he been and gone?
He`s ever such a happy chap
Who does not seem to mind
Even though he`s front to back and back to front behind.
Neve hguoht s`eh tnorf ot kcab dna kcab ot tnorf dniheb.
Poetry by Yanto
Read 484 times
Written on 2016-02-09 at 19:35
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