I once worked with a man named Wazir
The boss , he had a word in his ear
For all day he would skive
Then return around five
And would say to us all : 'I was'ere!'
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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One hundred pieces of poetry ,prose , short stories, very short stories ,unquotations , songs and other unpublished material written over the years ,in no particular chronological or thematic order .All copyrights remain with the author .