Old Calendars
I save old calendars,
Hey, you never know,
Time might slip backwards,
So where else could you go?
For planning, etc.,
You'd have to call me,
And I'd make good money,
From my calendar fee
I don't save old bandaids,
Milk cartons or beer cans,
That would be silly,
Like saving old pots and pans
So keep me in mind,
If backwards we go,
Cause I'll be the one,
You'll have to know!!
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2007
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