#57.b: Silnet Night, Holy Night...

Jan 03, 2006 04:57

Well, mostly just nights. And fuckin mornin too. It's 5am; I went to bed about 1, and I haven't had a single moment's kip. You know when you're absolutely knackered, but just can't get to sleep no matter what? Well, I kinda got that. I'm practically fallin asleep at the keyboard, but I know if I lie down I won't be able to get to sleep. The ( Read more... )

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pechecrepe January 4 2006, 14:00:16 UTC
Sha la laaaaaa la la la la

you want another poem me dear?!

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i_am_chief January 4 2006, 14:59:22 UTC
Haha, good effort. Go on then, they put smiles on my face.

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Apologies pechecrepe January 4 2006, 22:12:55 UTC
This is another poem for the Chief,
It seems his mind is giving him grief.
But, don't worry me dear-you'll soon have a job,
You might become famous or just earn a few bob.
But, make it back to York, dear Andriy,
So Peachy can help grow your bonsai tree.
I'm sorry this isn't as good as the first,
And now i must go have my brain cells nursed.

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