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Thread started 09/06/07 4:44pm

MarySharon

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I was bored when I (re)wrote this

"Getting Dirty is the floor again
Use it around your bowl like cereals within
I got that carpet so I jumped on the fur
I love U baby
But not like I Love my Hoover

No
Not like I love my Hoover {x2}

U couldn't wash it all by yourself
U had 2 go and get somebody else
Your clean enough 2 call me
But U can’t reach the broom
I love U baby
But not like I love my Hoover

No
Not like I love my hoover{x2}

(wash it up)

I tried 2 warn U that its hard 2 b a maid
Especially when your cleaning other peoples carpet
Would of gave U mine girl
But U wash it 2 well
I Love U baby
Just not like I love my hoover

No
Not like I love my hoover {x2}

I know U scrub me
And U want 2 b Tidy
And if U don’t at least U need 2 pity
We'll still clean 2gether
If we don’t wash that fur
I love U baby but not like I love this hoover

I love baby {x2}
Not like I love my hoover

I love U baby and U wash too well
I'll clean the floor when I learn how 2 sweep

Until the day U can go 2 a cleaning contest
I love U baby but clean the rest"

Is there any place of refuge one can flee from this insanity

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Reply #1 posted 09/06/07 4:47pm

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Reply #2 posted 09/06/07 4:47pm

HamsterHuey

MarySharon said:

"cereals within "

Now I'm hungry

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Reply #3 posted 09/06/07 4:51pm

HamsterHuey

I was dreaming when I wrote this;

Inside this fear
There is hate
And even some love
For the way you cock that eyebrow
And look out over your domain
You eyeball me intently
You have every right
This is your ground
And I, a mere invader
Am trespassing
Upon holy ground
Every pebble accounted for
Every trespasser detained
Until they pay the price in blood
Painting the picture
Of a world much simpler than mine
Inside this fear
Jealousy
It is burning me up
From the inside.