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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.
Ranger
29-Aug-06/12:27 PM
I assume by that you mean this is fairly brown, but tarnished by the occasional flecks of coke white?
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