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You say: Your Poem: Resolutions.

Byline: Andy Shaw, Birkenhead

I really must stop smoking. It will stop me from choking. Now it won't be easy But better than wheezy, And I really don't fancy croaking. I really must stop drinking, It's started to muddle me thinking, `Cos I'm very unable When under the table To stop me legs from sinking. I really must stop eating, My waistline is taking a beating. My diet's down the shoot, Along with the fruitAnd me buttons are no longer meeting.

I really must stop lying, Stop the promises flying. Now anything fibbed Has gotta be jibbed. It's not the want of trying. And I must give up these pledges, They're a little frayed round the edges.

So I'll have a reprieve Till next New Year's Eve, So, where's the Benson and Hedges?
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Title Annotation:Letters
Publication:Liverpool Echo (Liverpool, England)
Date:Jan 5, 2005
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