Tale of the Terrible Facist Poem  

The Truth is Out There

I was quite traumatised when a gentleman who had been ogling me in a restuarant came behind me and thrust an awful poem unto my hand as I was was struggling along the pavement after leaving that seaside restaurant. It was one of the worst days of my life:  the content is so horrible for me to recite...

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Charisma, my family cat above, sadly passed away in January this year aged 16 years. She was a lovely loyal cat who followed those who loved her everywhere. Members of my family looked after her as it was difficult for me.