Losing touch is a knife with two blades
One for more and one for less
And so it goes that there is a one and only
Thing I love more than peace itself
It is war
So when there are shit jobs to do
I love it
Do you hear Mense?
I LOVE IT!
Copyright B E Saunders 2016
This is to note the day that I found out the difference between splitting up with your family members by gender, Jane, Claire and Stuart Saunders, is the same as losing touch. Therefore I disown them and any claim that they may have over my namesake and his lost tribe called Robertson. I hereby declare them out of the Clan Donnechae. And Straunraer.