There was a young man, who was old,
Who got a real bad cold?
When coughing away,
And sneezing each day,
His bogies became solid as gold.
By Dr Geebers
This blog has been set up to show Dr Geebers poetry rhymes. I am a man who was homeless and set out to change my life around creating poetry rhymes and creating Loose pebble sculptures on U.K. pebble beaches. I did the most unbelieveable journey ever and thats walk 6800 miles, created loose pebble sculptures and mosiacs on 40+ beaches, moving around 2000 tonnes of pebbles/stones to write a book about my journey. With the proceeds going to combat homelessness.
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