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THE LOCAL PARKIE
The dirty dark blue overcoat
Had long since seen a better day
A hard life, over sixty years
Has him set in his own way
Guardian of suburban parkland
Where all the Children play
The eyesight of a shithouse rat
From the days when he wore khaki
Remembers Dunkirk and it’s beach
Queuing up still makes him narky
The Kids know not to mess with him
Because He’s the Lo...
Monday 22nd September 2014 8:27 pm
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