(a dirty limerick)
When I wish my clothes to launder,
Down across Mylne's Court I wander,
Eleven doors stand in my way,
To be clean - my price to pay,
While dirtiness is free - I squander.
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- Katlas
- Edinburgh, Scotland, United Kingdom
- Drink and dance and laugh and lie, love the reeling midnight through, for tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do). -DP
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1 comment:
Seriously though why do they have so many doors over there? I used to have to go through 7 to get from the elevator to my room.
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