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Saturday, 1 November 2014

Poem: Communication

when the world is talking
nobody is listening

the feet keep running
the words keep rolling

the oil is on the way
the floor is slippery

parents and children
fall on their bums

somebody has got to laugh
new dictionaries are printed

the face is red
"O" i need a new handbag

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