Sunday, April 17, 2005

Shearer Comments

Rating: 3.3

First light of dawn, just out of bed,
the scorpion sharpens all his claws.
He lives inside the shearer's shed
here, in the land of lucky Oz.
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Herbert Nehrlich
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Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari 25 August 2005

Poor man....I don't think I can say more.

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Allan James Saywell 17 April 2005

WELL AT LAST THE ONE MAN WHO STOOD UP TO BE COUNTED IT IS ENGLAND, ENGLAND, ENGLANG, YES THE OLD SAYING GIVE ME ONE AUSSIE, TO REPLACE HIM YOU WILL NEED' TEN ENGLAND MAN' HAS COME TRUE PERHAPS THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM THE AFFLICTION THAT BEFALLS PEOPLE WHO INDULGE IN THE TAKING OF DRUGS, A LITTLE PECKER, IT IS OBVIOUS HE CAME ACROSS YOUR POEM BECAME ENRAGED, WHEN THE FELLOW IN THE POEM HAD A BIGGER PECKER, I MADE UP FOR THE ONE, WHICH IS UNDESERVING WARM REGARDS AJS

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