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The Doctor folded his arms as he watched Rose, smiling at her turn of phrase. "She does have a certain poetry."

Jack stood at the Doctor's side. "If you're a Telarian dockworker."

"Left to their own devices, most species will learn a language from the gutter up." Rose unleashed another stream of invective. "Now I wonder where she picked that lot up from? We haven't been anywhere near Petrov 4."

Jack shook his head and went to give Rose a hand, quickly twisting the tent into position before it ate Rose again.

"Was never any good with deck chairs, either."


dw100challenge #161: poetry


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7th May, 2007 04:36 (UTC)
Gee, that sounds familiar ...
7th May, 2007 05:17 (UTC)
I thought lawnmowers were your downfall. Or at least things that involve ladders, electricity or power tools anywhere near your house.

The kind of things where you gain manly scars and sympathy from that moment of inattentiveness rather than having to wait until your children stop laughing before they can extricate you from the camping equipment.
7th May, 2007 09:01 (UTC)
mowers, tools, furniture -- anthing that comes apart or puts together.
Yeah -- all that. all of it.
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