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Welcome to New College - the last stop
Contributed by
joe89
on
Wednesday, 3rd October 2007 @ 02:46:47 AM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Rolling through
cattle in the doors
every morning
taught by teachers
preachers trying to force there ends meat
on me, for free? no
They take my time
my hours, gifts to them
only to be given dead lines
time lines of wars fought
by men shrines to them
Im sorry Mr Happy
but your an absolute bore!
awaiting at the door
for us
your pension
least we mention
your an alcoholic depressant
ill give you a lesson...
..next time you ask for me
Im sure ill be long gone
spending high flying nights
for the benefit of Mr Kites.
ill sing my songs
as you count your sins
drowning your old sorrows
in multitudinous jack and gins
Copyright ©
joe89
... [
2007-10-03 02:46:47] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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