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The Assignment...
Contributed by
Phildel
on
Thursday, 17th October 2002 @ 12:30:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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We gave all that we had to a man by a tomb,
Who told ladies in writing he'd give them kids soon,
But now as we sit waiting we realise at last,
That the statues of Egypt don't work very fast.
So we sit cold with nothing, not one thing to do,
Supersticion proves pointless when you're left this blue,
And now we must all wonder, just how we shall cope,
Camping out in a desert of parental hope.
Copyright ©
Phildel
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2002-10-17 12:30:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Assignment...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 31st July 2004 @ 11:22:52 PM AEST (User
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great write. =] |
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