Gordon Brown
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A Poem About Leaving School
I have graced the hallways of my school for seven entire years, roughly the equivalent of the time it takes to get to the front of a queue in the post office. Typically students bring in notebooks into which other students write farewell messages of good luck and sappy happiness. I forgot to get a Continue reading
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“I’m not worried about the rapists in the open camp, but I am about the dozens of fuel bottles anyone could set light to.”
Good evening. I am very glad that even famous in-laws go to great lengths to prove they like each other: I love my feet. Also my thighs. Back. Arms. Shoulders. Kneecaps. Shower. I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned I am partaking in the Duke of Edinburgh Bronze Award Scheme, and in case Continue reading
