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Skidrow

all the world is busy and bustling to earn a quid with a little hustling i'm on the row,they call skid pondering on how to earn a few quid i've never really had hard luck with money! somehow something always turns up it's quite funny but even after so many years i still worry and fret and end up in tears but i know that i will never starve for i have a money-making other half he always adds rhythm to my rhyme as he turns up with dough at just the right time and when i'm in utter dispair i turn around and he's standing there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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