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Mustn't Grumble
Mustn’t Grumble
Thinks he’s the bee’s knees
One big bumble
He’s doing his best
Mustn’t grumble
All around
Dreams start to crumble
Chin up chaps
Mustn’t grumble
Gets his words
All in a jumble
An Eton boy
So mustn’t grumble
Discontent
Begins to rumble
He’s such a card
Mustn’t grumble
Staggering on
He’s bound to stumble
...Sunday 31st May 2020 12:56 pm
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