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On a scale of one to ten
The complexity of juggling two balls
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Snowmen and tobogganing
On this strange, enforced holiday from
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Safe sleeping under soil and under seas
Unmoved for millions of millennia
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Gordon Brown has let us down
Borrowed money all round town
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Strength through hardship
Lunacy through persecution
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Oh I sit in great uncertainty
And listen to the sea
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Air lines on the map
ley-lines of the modern age
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Don’t ever talk to strangers
Beware the green cross code
Use safety belts And prophylactics
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Since / The poor are always with us / And street crime is too hard to stop; / Given that / The education system is too hard to reform / And
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Plans foiled by striking traffic control / We steam in the departure lounge / Soaking up unwanted drinks / Fed with the vilest food. / This holiday lark / Might be better / Enjoyed by / Staying / Home! /
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Though we approve of manual labour, / We've no time to soil our hands, / And we'd like to save the tiger / and to stop it killing lambs. / We're the amateur ecologists, / Poets and systems analysts, /
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From (nearly) the beginning to the present day
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Bottling time: Autumn comes
Sun slanting golden, With apples and mulberries / Jelly and jam-making / The family
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When one thinks of AP Families
The thing they mostly lack
by Philogos
25 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 20 2:54 PM 2007. In Hope
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Please help me, Dear stalker,
by Philogos
30 lines, 10 comments,
on Mar 29 4:26 PM 2007
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by Philogos
15 lines, 2 comments,
on Jan 24 4:14 PM 2007. In Love
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The chips and cracks Can all be cast aside
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You get in
And the door slams.
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Die traitor! I’m pregnant!
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The trash you want for Christmas
on a modern Chinese Junk.
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The wonder I have about Donald
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Reprobates lived dangerously
their pockets full of sparklers
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What dignified and stately rhyme,
What echo, in pace, of another time
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You didna say that splling<p class="i" style="margin
by Philogos
0 lines, 4 comments,
on Sep 13 4:23 PM 2006. In Humor
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Every day, in every way
Things get better and better
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This morning I contemplated
Writing an epic poem,
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winter mornings waking
and the dark wind blowing in the gum trees
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Why’d you make that devil? Lord let me understand
That sneaky, snaky Satan, that got so out of hand?
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