Rowing Boat Kits

An Irishman is shagging a Jewish girl & says 'You're not very tight for
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> Paddy is said to be shocked at finding out all his cows have
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> 'Be Jeysus!' he said, 'I didnt even know they had mobile phones!'
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> Mick & Paddy are reading head stones at a nearby cemetery. Mick say
> 'Crikey! Theres a bloke here who was 152!'
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> Paddy says 'Whats his name?'
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> Mick replies 'Miles from London!'
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> An Irishman is rowing his boat in a field of hay. Paddy drives past &
> stops. He looks at the Irishman in the boat & shouts 'Its thick fuckwits
> like you that give us Irish a bad name! I'd come over there & kick the
> shitt out of you if I could swim!'
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> Paddy & Murphy are working on a building site. Paddy says to Murphy
> 'I'm gonna have the day off, I'm gonna pretend I'm mad!'
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> He climbs up the rafters , hangs upside down & shouts 'I'M A LIGHTBULB!
> I'M A LIGHTBULB!' Murphy watches in amazement!
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> The Foreman shouts 'Paddy you're mad, go home' So he leaves the site.
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> Murphy starts packing his kit up to leave as well.
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> 'Where the hell are you going?' asks the Foreman.
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> 'I cant work in the friggin dark! ' says Murphy.
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We immigrated long ago,then mixed it up with the other locals,makes for many an Irish Stew, Funny stuff > : )

2008-11-09 09:24:44 by Rolyn dal yma o hyd!

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I lie in my bed awake yet not,
unable to move myself at all.
paralyzed all over in a shock,
no voice for which i could call.

The men come to take me away
holding strechers and revival kit.
I give in and they have thier way,
for i am unable to move to stop it.

he checks my heart and my blood,
quickly they zip the black bag over.
i hear squeaking and feel a thud,
as me and the dark wall come closer,

-Realization-

I yearn to scream out aloud,---Don't
mustering every ounce to use,--lost hope
i arrive in front of a crowd,--hard to cope.
but my body's voice refuses,---it won't


they lower me into the ground,----i choke.
the red dirt it covers my face,---its cold.
i try to scream without a sound,--i'm broke.
feeling death grip it's place,----his hold.

what all will i lose,--don't know
the pain in my chest,--so deep
my body now it moves,--so slow
earth my final rest,---his keep

-loss-

as my lungs it does crush,
the dirt's heavy confine.
my blood begins to rush,
my clock is losing Time.

feeling lost and un-cared,
dropping morale in full.
noticeably, i am Scared,
my life is becoming null.

as death holds my hand,
we row the boat together.
through the red dark sand,
to be in hell, forever.

-end-
lol no i do not need mental help:)), i wrote it for a book i just published
Ashley what do you mean it doesn't rhyme it has an ABAB structure and later on it has a new type of structure such as...

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Yeah ... I like it ... it's got body, reasonable structure, unlike a lot of poems these days it's actually got a beginning ... a tale ... and an end, and the prose isn't too hard to follow (one or two minor hiccups is all) ... ln the whole ... good job ... you suffer or know someone who suffered a heart attack recently?

2008-12-20 14:51:28 by qnbjcc

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