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Edna's Father's Day Poem (Lyric) by Edna Sweetlove

Down at the orphanage it's celebration time They're having a party, a real good time. All the kiddies are frolicking gaily As they get their cod liver oil daily Queuing for the toilets to take their turn crapping Listen to those metal doors all a-flapping. They're as cheery as a snowman on the 1st of May, As happy as a lonely bastard on Father's Day.

Engelbert Humpalot 17-Aug-06/9:34 AM
Delightfully caring.




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