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End Game |
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Written by Anne Clegg
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Monday, 03 November 2008 |
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Come here my darling and sit by my side, we’ll watch daytime t.v. then go for a ride, the car’s full of petrol now the price has come down so get dressed up my darling for our night on the town. We’ll buy soup for our dinner and bread for our tea but just two slices each, Food’s expensive you see But beer is quite cheap ’n’cigarettes aren’t too dear, And cancer, my darling, is nothing to fear It’s not worse than bombs or madmen with guns, So let’s go, my darling, Our time has come. |
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Last Updated ( Monday, 02 February 2009 )
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Ding dong bell |
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Written by Anne Clegg
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Monday, 03 November 2008 |
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Ding-dong bell Street gangs make merry hell, I’m going out tonight and I think there’ll be a fight I’ve got a little knife and it might just save my life Who’s stabbed me in the arm? Did he really mean me harm? Such a good kid ought to live not to end his life this way Now I can only pray. |
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Last Updated ( Monday, 02 February 2009 )
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A collection of poems |
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Written by Anthony Hayward
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Wednesday, 08 October 2008 |
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(Originally submitted for National Poetry Day) Mr Cleaner.As you’re cleaning up my bus, You cleanse without a fuss. You’ll have a crafty look, One thing you don’t know! Are the bets that I have took. Someday with your bin bag, With the whooshing of my doors, You’ll be whizzing round the town |
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Last Updated ( Thursday, 05 February 2009 )
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