The vehicle of our communication

English has for centuries been the vehicle of our communication.
This vehicle is resilient as heck  it has withstood the attack  of various forgien speakers, accents from all over the world constantly bombard English with a verity of dialects, miss unstandings’ etc yet she still survives.

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A Fathers LOVE – A PARTING GIFT FROM A FATHER TO HIS DAUGHTER

On the 1st of June 1970 my grand father  Cecil Llewellyn Sterley passed away at 10am in the morning it was my mother’s 26th Birthday.
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A POEM ABOUT AN EMAIL FROM GMAIL

got an email from gmail.
It said you got mail.
I opened it up it was junk mail from a junk mail email marketer.
I got an email from gmail
It said you got mail.
I opened it up it was scam mail from a Nigerian who sent mail and wanted to give me his grand dads email empire and a billions.
I got an email from gmail.
I opened it up it said your account has been hacked by a chick with a limp and a Jamacan pimp..
I sent an email to gmail and said
Wtf man you send me the email, but where’s the cheque so I can by me a bat to come smash you flat.