I met this man named Hugh two years ago
Rightfully he is our website King
I bow down on my knee to kiss his ring
He's taught me the meaning of the Golden Bough
When I was going through times very low
He rounded up friends, they came here to sing
He listens to stories of my sex flings
For the past two years my poetry flows
Then I became ill, then I disappeared
Comforting e-mails save life from a mess
I fall deep into the abysses sand
I start drinking my share of beer
The secret is out for Hugh success
It's the glass of scotch held in his hand.



cos im nice like that. just being a stranger and reading poetry is nice. 








Let,s start with the muses of writing first and work our way up.


Hugh will love all the dedications that are being written about him.
*AUSSIE*
for over two years and your motherly/sisterly advice has kept me going over these years. I send you my biggest and warmest Winnie-the-Pooh 

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