Lizzy Tomlinson

Rookie (Dundee, Scotland.)

Fete. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson

A fete. A fete,
Come on, don't wait,
Or at this rate,
We'll be late,
And everything good will be gone.

Me and my mate,
Our breaths abate,
When at the gate,
A sign does state,
That we've got the bloody dates wrong.

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  • (4/24/2006 3:10:00 AM)

    Yes Lizzy, live and learn, you know the drill, lol's have a great day dave xx Nice Poem (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 24, 2006

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