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Come on down to your Fletcher’s Store It has all your needs to complete your chore Marshal has it all you see? Be it tools or p.p.e. Obtaining kit is not that hard If you have your induction card But without your little piece of plastic The treatment you get could well be drastic Other than that, a cost code will do That will prevent any further ado If Marshal is otherwise indisposed Help is near, it has been disclosed His faithful helper Spiderman Will always help you where he can On the PC he also goes Logged on as Marshal, I suppose But back to the master of the store He knows what’s behind every closed door What stock he has, he knows off hand spanners, raincoats , every little gland a special order or a request You can be sure, he’ll do his best He is a man of his word At toolboxes you may have heard Laying down the law, giving you grief Hoping to catch the lowly thief Spending time with him, I have found He is a rock, steadfast, morally sound And if at times you may need a friend Someone to listen, maybe an ear to bend Someone there, sound and steady You can count on Marshal Geddie. Ernest 28 July 2011 (VPT)
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
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Come on down to your Fletcher’s Store It has all your needs to complete your chore Marshal has it all you see? Be it tools or p.p.e. Obtaining kit is not that hard If you have your induction card But without your little piece of plastic The treatment you get could well be drastic Other than that, a cost code will do That will prevent any further ado If Marshal is otherwise indisposed Help is near, it has been disclosed His faithful helper Spiderman Will always help you where he can On the PC he also goes Logged on as Marshal, I suppose But back to the master of the store He knows what’s behind every closed door What stock he has, he knows off hand spanners, raincoats , every little gland a special order or a request You can be sure, he’ll do his best He is a man of his word At toolboxes you may have heard Laying down the law, giving you grief Hoping to catch the lowly thief Spending time with him, I have found He is a rock, steadfast, morally sound And if at times you may need a friend Someone to listen, maybe an ear to bend Someone there, sound and steady You can count on Marshal Geddie. Ernest 28 July 2011 (VPT)
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ernest-welthagen
South African
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
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