Post by
RenoCannoli on Apr 13, 2019 2:28pm
Jack Singh is Solid
Jacks poem Have you news of my boy Jack? Not this tide. When dyou think that hell come back? Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. Has any one else had word of him? Not this tide. For what is sunk will hardly swim, Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. Oh, dear, what comfort can I find? None this tide, Nor any tide, Except he did not shame his kind Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide. Then hold your head up all the more, This tide, And every tide; Because he was the son you bore, And gave to that wind blowing and that tide! So there losers
Comment by
purething on Apr 16, 2019 4:05pm
Rudyard Kipling is in the house.
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justin35 on Apr 16, 2019 6:26pm
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Comment by
MavIcar on Apr 19, 2019 4:58pm
JustineS, when you post something you make it very clear...... That you’re STUPID!!! LOL