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The Babysitter must die.
Contributed by
fanniesson
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Saturday, 28th March 2009 @ 10:15:42 PM in AEST
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They will spit you out
as they once did Broccoli
at the dinner table.
Chose friends and lovers over you.
Side with complete strangers.
Hold grandchildren visits
over your head.
Dance on your grave.
Sell your most cherished possessions left them,
then fight among themselves over the split.
They you brought into this world,
stood over their sickbeds,
sacrificed and cried for out of pure love;
face it.
They are not you,
but can we really blame this one on
watching too much T.V.
Copyright ©
fanniesson
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2009-03-28 22:15:42]
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Re: The Babysitter must die.
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 28th March 2009 @ 11:04:13 PM AEST
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| This was interesting yet amusing... |
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Re: The Babysitter must die.
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by elle on
Sunday, 29th March 2009 @ 08:45:10 AM AEST
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some travel the inexhaustable avenues of escape from accountablity. . . we are all
capable of creating our own reality. does it bite. . . or lick our wounds. . . depends on
perspective, no. . .? nicely done & thought provoking write. peace. elle |
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