Work Work Poem by 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...

Saturday, March 15, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: pride
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ter gar

ter gar

Liverpool (England)
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