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Post by mugsy on Aug 13, 2006 11:29:51 GMT 1
On a Tired Housewife
Here lies a poor woman who was always tired, She lived in a house where help wasn't hired: Her last words on earth were: 'Dear friends, I am going To where there's no cooking, or washing, or sewing, For everything there is exact to my wishes, For where they don't eat there's no washing of dishes. I'll be where loud anthems will always be ringing. But having no voice I'll be quit of the singing. Don't mourn for me now, don't mourne for me never. I am going to do nothing for ever and ever'. Anon
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Post by NIKKIB on Aug 13, 2006 11:57:59 GMT 1
class think i will be printing that off if its ok putting above my pc he he
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