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A Student's Ode |
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Suncleaver Member
since 2009-01-18
Posts 481Stafford England 
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O head that pounds a hammers wrath, A resonating boom, I tripped along the forecourt path And couldn't find my room. O bloody hell, this ain't my block, And who's this naked girl? My wallet's gone, I've lost a sock, The memories unfurl. No condom down the toilet pan, I may be called a cynic, So dressed as quickly as I can, I'd better hit the clinic. 'Wailing voices on the wind, urging me to turn. Distant tortured screams. Cold blue fires burn'. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Oh, my gawd! lol Perhaps you best keep your pants on and your head on straight! School days, school days, remember the golden rule days! ~ Don't pay me any mind! I'm just in one of my giddy, goofy moods!  You cracked me up with this one, Luke the Duke! Good luck tomorrow! Loveya! Linda |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Yep, I agree with Linda - and I am laughing. Maybe that's where your sock went. Maybe?  A |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
ROFL... there are morning's after... and there are morning's laughter... you've given both! *S* |
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LindsayP Member Elite
since 2007-07-28
Posts 3410Australia, Victoria |
Ditto to all those comments Suncleaver You gave us all a laugh. Don't be late for school. Lindsay |
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