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Poetry By: Indie Skreet

It was not only the building works he was banging away at ...

Submitted:Jan 18, 2013    Reads: 75    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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