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Nov 22, 2009
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Death warmed up
The Reaper looks ever so poorlyThe Reaper looks ever so grimBut then it is hardly surprisingHe really is terribly thin With his job there’s no time for dinnerHe looks like he’s dead on his feetHe really is ever so busyAnd never gets much time to eat It’s about time he had an assistantSome help is what’s needed, and quickIf he doesn’t start looking after himselfHe’s going to end up quite sick So if his employers are listeningAnd they don’t want to get into troubleMake sure that he takes all his mealtimes and breaksBut do it tout suite, at the double
— shazbat, Nov 22, 2009
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weirdelf
16 years 5 months ago
I dig your work!
shazbat
16 years 5 months ago
Thank you young man, I’ve
Ink Dragon
16 years 5 months ago
Hi John,
shazbat
16 years 5 months ago
You are absolutely right, it