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At random: USS SKATE and USS SEADRAGON, after affecting a historic rendezvous under the ice, surfaced together at the North Pole through an opening in the ice on August 1962. What really happened: We didn't surface together, Skate surfaced first. Then we (Seadragon) fired yellow flares forward and aft so Skate could tell us how we were lined up. Remember, under-ice was primitive in these days. Skate called back down rapidly that one flare surfaced on her starboard side and the other to port. She requested we reposition before vertical surfacing. We did. - Coyote (Owen Carlson)
a prison poem....
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Blue from West Oz
Posted 2007-10-02 6:09 AM (#7944)


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Subject: a prison poem....

....what's got into me? anyway, here's something I came up with today. Kathy said I need to use some metaphors, but, that's as clear as mud to me ( lol )
oh yeah,

gaol = jail
Boss = Officer
down the back = punishment cells
Recovery = our inhouse 'police', we do it as part of our duties and we patrol within.

Blue *_*

“Boss, Boss…..”
All day long
Relentlessly, demanding
Wanting it now


Why do you make my gaol so hard
You wouldn’t last a week he said, unknowingly
Everything at their disposal
If only the victims could see


Showers every day
Phone calls to Mum
Movies by the hour
Letters to and fro

Population explosion
A cell mate for you
But he smokes Boss
So f*ck you

Tension boils over
You’re not moving cells
Recovery called
Down the back for a short stay

Spoilt big kids
Want everything their own way
Poor innocent me
I’ve heard them say

No thoughts for grandma
They bashed one drugged up day
The little girl asked for it
So we lock them away

I went under the sea
No showers, no letters
No moon or sun for me
For 7 weeks at a time

Why do you make my gaol so hard
You wouldn’t last a week he said, unknowingly
If only the victims could see

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