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Confusion
As she stood in front of the wrought iron gates
Of the Selmont Cemetary
She wondered why the Temporary Agency sent her there
So she took the paper out of her bag
The note clearly said The Fermont Cement Factory.
She felt like dying on the spot.
Of the Selmont Cemetary
She wondered why the Temporary Agency sent her there
So she took the paper out of her bag
The note clearly said The Fermont Cement Factory.
She felt like dying on the spot.
Published 3rd Aug 2022
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4th Aug 2022 7:07am
16th Aug 2022 3:55pm
Ha, great play on word. God knows I've misread and misheard many things.
Nicely done.
Nicely done.
16th Aug 2022 6:26pm
18th Aug 2022 8:49pm
I'm a massive fan of word play and so appreciated this. I have a feeling there's more where that came from!
18th Aug 2022 8:50pm
