Dear GWT, welcome to the blind by podcast you glorious cunts.

We haven't started the podcast off with a poem in a few weeks and I keep getting poems

submitted to me.

This poem is submitted by…

Can you hear the bear for the counten as he shows outside my door?

He was roaring there no, he was roaring.

I'd have to listen back, it's possible you did not hear the bear for the counten and

he went for a good old shout outside my door there and if you don't hear it that means

that my soundproofing is working.

I'm not going to explain that, I'm not going to explain what that was about.

If you didn't understand it means you weren't listening to the previous podcast.

We weren't interrupted by the bear for the counten, but I have a poem for you this week.

I found it in a mouse's nest behind a microwave in my mother's house.

That's true story by the way.

My maa over the winter.

I can't believe I didn't tell you this.

I'd forgotten this, it was so funny I'd forgotten this.

Over the winter my maa.

My maa noticed that eh.

The sticks as she referred to them, the sticks on the top of her apples were disappearing

from her kitchen, right?

So you know when you have an apple and it has that little bit of a stick, the stick that

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