ter gar

Work Work

Away we go

Over the hill

Across the moor

Into the mill

Grinding our gravestone

With pride 'n pleasure

These dead man's boots

Are made to measure...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 15, 2008
Poem Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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