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Easter is Gone
Contributed by
colada
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Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 04:36:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
Holiday Poetry
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Easter, I know you're coming.
Every Friday when my friends don't eat meat
But I eat five meatballs for breakfast
I feel the guilt.
I'm sorry, I should only eat fish on Fridays
But I can't resist the cow.
I should be a good little Catholic girl,
But I'm afraid I don't know how.
Your rabbit used to visit me
And I'd have to find his hidden eggs.
But the eggs are smashed and I've given them up
In place of chasing boys and buying kegs.
My mom has told me
That I'm a big flooze,
That I'm a no good whore
Who just wants the booze.
Although I'm pretty cool
I'm afraid that it's true.
None of my friends
Have as much sex as I do.
Easter, I know you'll skip my house
This year, just like the last.
But don't think I don't feel guilty
When remembering the pure days of my past.
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colada
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2006-11-07 16:36:25]
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Re: Easter is Gone
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by Honey56 on
Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 05:16:36 PM AEST
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WOW!
Deep write here...
Nice read..
Blessings always
honey56 |
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Re: Easter is Gone
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by Jaete08 on
Tuesday, 28th July 2009 @ 08:49:21 AM AEST
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| This is a very interesting mix of two subjects I was not expecting to find together. It is indeed strange when we compare who we are now with who we used to be. |
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