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Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Wednesday, 4th February 2009 @ 08:09:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Molly takes care
of this old man,
who looks retarded;
she doesn't look happy.
Maybe my life is better
then hers.
Maybe I got this one.
I see her walking him
up and down the Avenue
him holding her
as he would a wife,
and they were in love,
or the sidewalks were icy,
and he didn't want to fall.
I would say hello.
But she doesn't look happy.
I don't think
meeting an old friend,
would make her day.
Sometimes, when I run
into old friends, on my job.
I feel like that.
Honest work, big deal!
They still catch you doing it!
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2009-02-04 08:09:04]
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Re: Jobs
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by Balmain_Tiger on
Wednesday, 4th February 2009 @ 04:42:40 PM AEST
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