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Conspiracy
By Jane Foster
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If you believe that REM put a man on the moon,
If aliens have told you that a fork's really a spoon,
If people didn't believe you when you saw that UFO,
It's 'cos they've all been brainwashed by the people in the know..
They say a square's got four sides,
But I know it's got five.
They say Princess Diana's dead
But I know she's alive.
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And David Icke's not Jesus Christ,
He's really Norma Jean..
And Elton John's a giant lizard
Dressed up as a queen.
And don't believe the Government
'Cos they're all out to screw us.
The world is run by freemason rats..
Secret handshakes in the sewers...
There is a place called Button Moon
Inhabited by Clangers.
But they've all been possessed
By their evil doppelgangers.
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So what if you think I'm weird?
I couldn't give a damn -
Cos I'm not really here..
It's just a hologram.
Copyright ©2003 Jane Foster August 2003
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Thoroughly Post-Modern Millie.
By Jane Foster
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I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I'm having such a ball.
I've got 15 personas
But no-one loves them all..
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I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
I've eaten all the men.
I swallowed all life gave me
And threw it up again.
I'm a pole-dancing virgin,
I'm a pistol-wielding saint.
I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
Don't tell me that I ain't.
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I can down 15 vodkas
And watch my liver rot.
I'm thoroughly post-modern Millie.
Don't tell me that I'm not.
Copyright ©2003 Jane Foster 2003
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by Lee Cassanell
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I could not be more obvious,
It echoes from my eyes,
I'm always semi conscious,
I can't help telling lies.
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My father was a butcher,
My mother easy meat,
I strolled the streets of childhood,
With sandals on my feet.
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By Darren Sant
Excited young faces,
Stick thin legs and untied laces,
Breathlessly chasing the ball,
Youngsters large and small.
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Poetry - "Chemical Love" and "Digit-ull Shitty"
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By Rich Mills
I double dropped before I went in,
Being searched by the doorman put my head-in-a-spin.
I pays me money and am through the door,
Head starts to bob, soon drawn to the dance-floor.
Then through throbbing heart and a tribal beat,
Two pairs of dilated rolling eyes briefly meet.
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Poetry - What is a Friend?
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by Scott
Have you ever asked yourself, what is a Friend?
Surely it's a special relationship that'll not break but bend.
For you've known each other for years as mates,
During which you've got into some scrapes and states,
And over time recognise each other's strong points,
Confidences and deep thoughts shared over joints,
Are genuinely happy for their luck and enterprises,
Whilst lovingly empathising with their darker surprises.
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Opinions - Refill Not Landfill
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By Cilla
What do you think about the price of printer cartridges?
I can't afford them. My printer has long periods of rest between bouts of frenzied use while the colours still give any semblance of anything other than black and white. The very idea of the printer being useable is a treat for the whole family!
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Driving - Jo's DRIVING LESSONS
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Here I was living alone with my 3 children, my husband having just left us to cope alone. My eldest daughter, only just 18, was keen to learn to drive and I didn't want to spend a fortune on driving lessons, at least not until she could learn as much as she could from me.
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