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Postcard from the edge!
Written while on a coach holiday in Torquay, listening to a couple of old dears...
We've been traveling since dawn
The coach isn't warm
And then catastrophic
We ran into traffic
The food, it was cold
It's because we are old
Though I may have been late
But I don't like to wait
It drives me so mad
That they treat us so bad
You should see the hotel
The hotel f...
Friday 13th February 2015 4:11 pm
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