If I only had one leg, I'd give up work and start to beg,
I'd find myself a comfy spot, not too cold, and not too hot.
I'd dress in old and shabby clothes and strike a world-worn weary pose,
I'd play on peoples sympathy, to give their hard-earned cash to me.
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Wonderful writing Owain love your imagination and so worth saving. Thank you
Smile worthy We all drift off to other planes but your imagination has poignance had humour strolling hand in hand. Tyvm synth