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"focken" poems
Groom Training Get up you tired old grumpy whimper! And take the fracken elevator If you have to Down to the kitchen And eat the breakfast That people who have already been up For three hours Have made for you If they can rise and shine Day after day Doesn't mean that you can But they prove it's possible. And probably with a lot less fuss Shower, brush and focken shine! It's the least you can do Sometimes it takes Some pretty harsh Inner language To get scruffy old oil tankers Trying to navigate through an archipelago Of any inevitably unknown future to get moving.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
EQUITY POINT HOSTEL, ROOM 406