A MATE FROM THE PAST, by debbie
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And now one for my big mate Ali,
Who's good at maths and can tally,
At last she's finally figured out their small minded cos
she's stout'
Such a lot the've missed out on,
Their not fit to gaze upon,
An honest, true and decent friend,
Who's always there, a hand to lend,
She's there for all duration,
Their no good at dudication,
Neither of them are fit to be my char'
Ali is the better mate by far,
Integrity she does not lack,
She'd never bite behind my back. |
Posted: 2007-07-24 09:53:01 UTC |
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