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Cleaning Poem
Contributed by
J_Ganey
on
Saturday, 24th August 2002 @ 10:50:07 AM in AEST
Topic:
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Pushing, Trashing
Open bags quickly filling
Before she gets here, got to get rid of the pile
That stretches upward at least a mile
Contained within, things older than I
Things that are there, just to be sores to my eyes
And a pain in my a$$ to get rid of
But its necessary to prepare for my love
Rearranging, Changing
Hoping that dresser doesnt go crashing
Making room for my loves clothes, computer and more
And broken toes would make it harder than ever before
Yet to figure out which way to turn the bed
Blurting obscenities, my face turning red
Sweat rolling down my nose I hate so bad
Im badly overheating, even though my body is scantly clad
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J_Ganey
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2002-08-24 10:50:07]
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Re: Cleaning Poem
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by Unaekseveer1 on
Tuesday, 22nd October 2002 @ 11:53:47 AM AEST
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Hey J;
Do we all do this then, I thought it was only me who left it till the last minute panic!
I can really relate to this, as I suppose loads more can too, excellent write.
Don't ya just hate that bead of sweat that drips off ya nose, straight between ya toes! AAARRRGGGGHHHH!!!
With love
Dean:-) |
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