Okay it took ma a while to compile, but here it is ; I think it goes like this,
The name of this game is a 100 words, find those and you’ll have removed the curse,
Some are fifty some are less but we are not trying to impress,
I just realised you’re only penalised if you don’t know the name of the game,
It’s no shame not to be sure, just remember not to bang your head on the way out the door!
Ask me for help and oh my Lord, how you will yelp!
Community Guidlines I no longer need your help.
D Errrarnshaw.
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Dawn Earnshaw
Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD
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Rub twice for something nice.
I remember laying on my back rubbing my toes in the damp sand, that sort that stuck beneath your crack in your back , then annoyingly in between your toes; I have to keep this rythm going. I felt something protrude out of the sand and it glistened gold, what could it be, it was a lamp to rub, like a genie you see.
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