Friday, February 24, 2006

Sunday, February 19, 2006


Go yonder to the ‘ills,
To smell the fresh air,
My lungs, me love to fills,
Neither the dew, nor dusk,
Nor the tea with rusk,
Puts my thoughts,
Onto paying my bills.
For I am now,
Sitting at my desk,
Wondering how,
My weekend went,
But the task at hand, surviving with the band,
Of so called company frills!
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