elbows...

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My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear...


G'bye, I'm going out to play!” 
(hoping tomorrow's gig...could help with this brexSHIT fatigue...)
Shel Silverstein  






(our politicians don't know their arses from their elbows...but at least they have some self-awareness!?.."
'why is the Prime Minister holding a vote when she is pretty sure she will lose?' And using very strong language, this Cabinet Minister said: 'Fuck knows. I am past caring. It is like the living dead in here.'")

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