A poem by Sir Paul McCartney
"I lay upon a grassy bank, My hands were all a quiver, I slowly removed her suspender belt, And her leg fell in the river."
It's a very sad world we live in when Sir Paul McCartney and his wife are facing divorce and all anyone seems to want to do is make jokes about her false leg.
Quite frankly, I think it's prosthetic.

 
			
 
						
					 
					
					
 
		
				
				
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					 Originally Posted by Beemer
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 Still I won't laugh at others misfortune or is that ....fortune.  Com...passion people.
 Still I won't laugh at others misfortune or is that ....fortune.  Com...passion people.
				
 
						
					

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