Pot Calls Kettle Black

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I’m reminded what I was told By my Mum, god bless her soul. If you’ve nothing nice to say; Shut your gob, and walk away. . Don’t critize, elder folk One day you’ll be them, that’s no joke Things you say today in jest Like boomerangs  come home e to rest https://www.facebook.com/share/r/1DthUNWPLL/

Pot Calls Kettle Black

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