A NEWFOUNDLAND LOVE POEM
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.
Don't it just bring a tear to the eye?
A Newfoundland love poem
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Re: A Newfoundland love poem

"Twenty years ago — a time, by the way, that hops such as Simcoe and Citra were already being developed, but weren’t about to find immediate popularity — there wasn’t a brewer on earth who would have gone to the annual Hop Growers of American convention and said, “I’m going to have a beer that we make 4,000 barrels of, one time a year. It flies off the shelf at damn near $20 a six-pack, and you know what it smells like? It smells like your cat ate your weed and then pissed in the Christmas tree.” - Bell’s Brewery Director of Operations John Mallet on the scent of their popular Hopslam.
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Re: A Newfoundland love poem
Now come 'ere til I hauls the slacks off ya
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