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On the subject of being poor (Free verse) by Stephen Robins Imagine, if you will,
Christening your child Colleen,
Because they donât prescribe the pill,
To children aged fourteen.
And what a Christening to behold,
Toasted with Special Brew,
The mother in Argos gold,
The baby given a tattoo.
Up the ladder:
Crash & burn
Down the ladder:
Granting Asylum
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Posted: August 4, 2006 12:55 AM PDT; Last modified: August 4, 2006 12:55 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.717177 Overall Rank: 1904 Comments:
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4-Aug-06/1:15 AM
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Craig Charles
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> Stephen Robins
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29-Aug-06/12:27 PM
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I assume by that you mean this is fairly brown, but tarnished by the occasional flecks of coke white?
Harsh
This is a very nice poem. How true, how true. Why Colleen? I thought Sharon was more traditional.
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