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Why is it, that when I read something from Newfoundland, the voice in my head is always buddy Frankies voice. In the mine he drove haul truck T-turteenA NEWFOUNDLAND LOVE POEM
(And who said Newfoundlanders weren't romantic?)
Of course I loves ya darling
You're a bloody top notch bird
And when I say yer gorgeous
I means every single word
So yer arse is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin' there to grab
So yer belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round dere
I'm tellin' ya the truth now
I never tells ya lies
I think its very sexy
Dat you've got dimples on yer thighs
I swear on me grannies grave
From the moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter what you look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the hockey's on
And get me a nudder beer.
Why is it, that when I read something from Newfoundland, the voice in my head is always buddy Frankies voice. In the mine he drove haul truck T-turteen