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The Sunnyside of David Uden (Free verse) by lukehanney Who knows when it rains or snows,
When the weathers fine and washing's on the line.
When the beetroot faced postman comes to your door,
He's wearing shorts, legs you've never seen before.
Down the stairs strolls Dave Uden, frollicking clown
Despite the sun he's still in his dressing gown
He doesn't know, he doesn't care
He's just embarrased about his pink underwear.
Up the ladder:
Where Else to Start But the End
Down the ladder:
A story of recognition
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.3333335
Posted: April 30, 2007 4:55 AM PDT; Last modified: April 30, 2007 4:55 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.3585887 Overall Rank: 3331 Comments:
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Dovina @ 75.82.86.162
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30-Apr-07/2:49 PM
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Please don't vote for yourself, especially with a 10; and do use apostrophes where grammar demands, not just where you want them. I'd give a 7, but 4 instead, to balance your 10.
clunky
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