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OAS I take up my pen to scribble my name and a riddle in the sands, neither seen nor understood by folk in far off lands. Yet here I stand on foreign strand my body twice marooned by friends and fate and oft of late my achievements all lampooned. I bid you spare a thought for me and also for my fate: I came, I saw, I got a job, but retirement ain’t great. A pittance for a pension, a life on OAS, a walking stick and SOS, that’s all that’s left, I guess.
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 21:41:47 +0000

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