| 06 May 2010
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An Archaeologist was talking and digging a pit, As the shovel dug down an object he hit, He brushed away dirt from the edge of the hole, Revealing some teeth in a strange looking skull With the skull in his hand he held it up high, When it opened its mouth and let out a cry, The cry was so loud it scared all the birds, As it started to talk with softly toned words 'As an Archaeologist goes, you're really not bad, but you talk to yourself, so i guess you're quite mad, see that small rock, well look underneath, i think that is where are the rest of my teeth' |
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