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It was not only the building works he was banging away at ...
Submitted:Jan 18, 2013 Reads: 73 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
The guttering was leaking
The walls were growing mould
The rafters were rotting
The property had turned cold
The inside was collapsing
The outside was worse
And each and every aged pipe
Was about to burst
But the roofer simply banged away
And screwed all he could
And now that property had changed
From friggin’ bad to fucking good
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