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Golden fur and a wagging tail
He sits as I gaze up at the sky
I am tired of this game he tries to play with me
Throw the stick
Fetch
Throw the stick
Fetch
Throw the stick
Fetch
Throw the stick
Fetch
F**k off Kipper
I close the door
His nose smears true across the glass
Rain always falls on a Sunday
Kipper's eyes search me for something
He has the stick in his mouth
He pants
I stare
Kipper nudges my leg
I don't want you
I have my own problems
I throw the stick far into the distance
Days pass
Fetch
Kipper dies
On my own with blurry eyes
My problems persist
I look around
I throw the stick
I throw the stick
I throw the stick
I throw the stick
If you are getting this through your Freeola account then just report it in the normal way - I'm afraid we all see this junk every now and again :¬(
It's probably not a good idea to post the SPAM/JUNK message in full with email address etc. in case some poor sole doesn't realise and falls for it.
Hopefully someone can remove it from the forum?
[s]Hmmm...[/s]
The name Kipper reminded me of the children's books and t.v programmes about a dog, so couldn't help but have a look at the post. Quite a touching poem, and very true too. You always miss something once it leaves *nods*
Good Day,
Permit me to inform you of my desire to go into business
relationship with you.I am the only son of late Mr.and Mrs.Komla
Tutu.My father was a very wealthy cocoa merchant in London UK.
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Hi Bello and welcome to the forums!
How ever I read your post I just can't make it rhyme! :¬P
[s]Hmmm...[/s]
Permit me to inform you of my desire to go into business
relationship with you.I am the only son of late Mr.and Mrs.Komla
Tutu.My father was a very wealthy cocoa merchant in London UK.
My late father was poisoned to death by his business associates
on one of their outings on a business trip in Africa. Before the
death of my father on July 2008 in a private hospital in London.
He told me before his death that he had a large amount of money stashed in one of he Prime Security company vaults in Togo West Africa.
Sir,I am honorably seeking your assistance in the following areas:
(1)To procure a profitable investment where this fund can be
invested.
(2)To serve as a guardian of this fund since I am only 20 years.
(3)To make arrangements for me to come over to your country to
further my education and to secure a residence permit in your
Country.
(4)My Late Father advised That I should use it for investment
purposes such as (Real Estate Management, Five Star Hotel or in
the Transport Industry).
I do expect your reply through this email: [email protected]
Yours Faithfully,
Sambo Martin Tutu.
Permit me to inform you of my desire to go into business
relationship with you.I am the only son of late Mr.and Mrs.Komla
Tutu.My father was a very wealthy cocoa merchant in London UK.
My late father was poisoned to death by his business associates
on one of their outings on a business trip in Africa. Before the
death of my father on July 2008 in a private hospital in London.
He told me before his death that he had a large amount of money stashed in one of he Prime Security company vaults in Togo West Africa.
Sir,I am honorably seeking your assistance in the following aeas:
(1)To procure a profitable investment where this fund can be
invested.
(2)To serve as a guardian of this fund since I am only 20 years.
(3)To make arrangements for me to come over to your country to
further my education and to secure a residence permit in your
Country.
(4)My Late Father advised That I should use it for investment
purposes such as (Real Estate Management, Five Star Hotel or in
the Transport Industry).
I do expect your reply through this email: [email protected]
Yours Faithfully,
Sambo Martin Tutu.
Cool stuff Alfonse!
Golden fur and a wagging tail
He sits as I gaze up at the sky
I am tired of this game he tries to play with me
Throw the stick
Fetch
Throw the stick
Fetch
Throw the stick
Fetch
Throw the stick
Fetch
F**k off Kipper
I close the door
His nose smears true across the glass
Rain always falls on a Sunday
Kipper's eyes search me for something
He has the stick in his mouth
He pants
I stare
Kipper nudges my leg
I don't want you
I have my own problems
I throw the stick far into the distance
Days pass
Fetch
Kipper dies
On my own with blurry eyes
My problems persist
I look around
I throw the stick
I throw the stick
I throw the stick
I throw the stick