Intermediate On Jerry H.- Ostbf

It came, of course, why would it not down to the wire as the pundits say, behind the break a bit of fleshy rot which must be flushed and spirited away. The leg is coming good, I see it from afar, and energy is just around the closest bend some day, my trusted friend you'll see the bar from the inside, and there will be a precious blend. I know you cannot stand the patience devil, no we are not made to hand our dignity to those who do their best but at a cost for every silly pro fret not, my mate, you'll look soon down your nose at all the doubters and the weak ones, mark my word, as time goes by you count the days until it comes you see the feathers of a cute familiar bird your march begins, you're going home. You hear the drums? Behave yourself and rest to gain new strength partake of morsels that your better half brings in you might forget and never really feel the length of all those weeks until you wear again your grin.