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A technical Hold
Just trying to make folks do some deep thinking |
The Love of My Life!
| A technical Hold |
| 07.03.04 (8:25 pm) [edit] |
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He working on a scaffold, but fond himself baffled to be suddenly lying on the ground. For some obscure reason, he didn't seem to be breath'in, he could not even utter a sound. His wife when she found him, her heart was a pound'in, she wondered if his parts were lying around. She gathered up his arse, as he recovered from his farce, and drove him across the town. To the ER she would send him, to see if they could mend him, as he sat in that silly damn gown. With x-rays they scanned him, to see first hand then, if his innards were still looking sound. The doctor did reason, that he would have difficulty breath'in, with the banged up ribs he found. With drugs they did send him, back home to be mend'in, and told him to slow it down. Now the barn will just stand there, half finished and in disrepair, until a son comes back into town. :oops: |
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