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♪♫♪ He’s crazy and he’s bonkers ♪♫♪ (free eBooks for everyone)
♪♫♪ He’s crazy and he’s bonkers,
As mad as flaming conkers,
He’s altogether zonkers,
The Crazymad Writer.
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His stories are a dream,
When people read, they beam
He really is a scream
The Crazymad Writer.
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And join the mad brigade
Who love the tales he’s made,
The Crazymad Writer. ♪♫♪
Free eBooks for everyone!
Free eBooks for all!
I am the Crazymad Writer;
I am so mad, so crazy I am giving
away my eBooks for FREE.
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Roald Dahl, J K Rowling, Darren Shan and others
want money for their eBooks
while mine are FREE, FREE, FREE!
Words Carved in Stone
At the end of your days,
When your struggle is done,
When the battle is fought,
And the war has been won.
When you lie in the soil,
In splendid retreat,
All that’s left of your deeds,
Are some words carved out neat.
When your soul is at rest,
And your body no more,
Those words you have left,
Might lead to implore.
They may inspire someone else,
Who is not yet in this world,
To strive and continue,
With your dreams and your goals.
Those words carved in stone,
Though they be cold and so still,
Are the most important of all,
The things you leave in your will.
So before that day comes,
Record those words down,
Of how you want to be remembered,
And for what through all time.
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courtesy of The Crazymad Writer – ARRRGH.
Free eBooks for Christmas!
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Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet,
And spotted the perils beneath,
All the miles that I walked,
And the shoes that I bought,
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet.
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I wish I’d been that much more willin’
And provided more space for the fillin’
To pass up winklepickers,
From respect to me kippers
And to buy something else with me shillin’.
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When I think of the miles that I trekked,
And the hills that I climbed without a heck,
Potholes, big and little,
Ruined my feet, so very brittle,
My kippers are horribly fecked.
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My Mother, she told me no end,
“Good feet are always your friends”
I was young then, and brainless,
My shoe choice so careless,
I never had much time to spend.
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Oh I showed them the new shoes so bright,
I flashed them about with delight,
But up-and-down walkin’
And kickin’ and rushin’
Played havoc with my dainty delights.
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If I’d known I was paving the way,
To verrucae, corns and decay,
The pain of arthritis,
Gout and detritus,
I’d have thrown all me show shoes away.
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So I sit in the podiatrist’s chair,
And I hear his diagnosis in despair,
Telling me what I should have done,
And the shoes I should have donned,
“They’ll only last,” he’ll say, “for a few more days.”
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How I laughed at my Mother’s false leg,
As she struggled with it clunkin’ beneath,
But now comes the reckonin’
It’s me it is beckonin’
Oh, I wish I’d looked after me feet.
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