Dismusbedeplace Poem by Saint Cynosure

Dismusbedeplace

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Dismusbedeplace he said,
I turned as with a stare.
Dismusbedeplace he said,
I didn't know just where.
Dismusbedeplace he said,
and I handed him my fare.
He slammed the door,
foot to the floor,
and left me standing there.
Damn foreign cab driver...

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James Timothy Jarrett 14 August 2008

Quite amusing in a limerick sort of way

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