With a sprinkling of snow,
A country laid slow.
Flakes All Round
February 3, 2009
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Posted by Bog Rhymer
What Plan?
February 3, 2009The plan is out,
Stinks badder than hell.
Is that part of the plan,
Get immune to the smell..?
No talk of strategy,
No talk of recovery,
No thought, full stop,
Just thuggery.
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Posted by Bog Rhymer
The Suspense Is Killing Us
February 3, 2009The talks have broken down,
Time for plans from Mr. Cowen.
Forget your scowl,
Forget your frown.
Use your head,
Or lose your crown.
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