Monday 12 January 2009

Poem-Clean Winda's


Clean Winda's

I plan to fake a fall at work
Get six months of leave
fall in love with a window cleaner named Steve
We’d travel the country cleanin windas id live like cindas
All I’d have wud be a man a van and sum windolene
I might email or fax when I’m on the road but I doubt it
Id be to busy on the scene getting my next meal and keeping clean
Where ill end up I don’t care or know I’m just really looking forward to seeing life
Through a clean window.

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