Nine a,m.
- an old suit case
- and blue arsed flies.
Read old news again today,
poverty is dead -
or so they say,
a three ring circus
came to play,
when Maggie snatched -
our milk away.
Watched
three Blue arsed flies
doing the Indy 500
'round my light bulb,
drank coffee - minus milk.
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 8:54 AM UTC
Nine a,m.
- an old suit case
- and blue arsed flies.
Read old news again today,
poverty is dead -
or so they say,
a three ring circus
came to play,
when Maggie snatched -
our milk away.
Watched
three Blue arsed flies
doing the Indy 500
'round my light bulb,
drank coffee - minus milk.
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