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Saturday 17 May 2008

Late Home.....

Me Dad 'll bloody kill me,
he said "Don't be late!"
He told me "Be in for seven!"
But its already half past eight!
He'll knock me bloody head off,
He'll hit the bloomin roof,
Damn, what can I do?
Dare I tell the truth?
I'll tell I missed the bus!
No! I got talking to a mate,
helped a woman to catch her dog,
Awww Dad I said I'd be late!
Why does he never believe me?
how does he spot the lie?
"You can't kid an old kidder son"
he says, "thats the reason why!
1987

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