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Jones the Voice
Once his nose was fixed
a sex bomb was launched
from the valleys all the way
to Vegas. Gospel truth.
Blazened out cheesey ballads,
brazen hips met with
rapid fire of knickers.
With age came self-mockery.
Always more to Jones the voice;
not quite ready to be put out to grass.
Rediscovered soul, became
hip with old and young.
Now he roared abo...
Friday 12th April 2013 11:24 pm
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