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There was nothing much to do…
One was sitting on a bench,
Some was saying words in French,
One was looking at the street,
Tom was shaking his long feet,
John was singing a nice song
Dear Boris struck the gong.
When the evening slowly drew
There was nothing much to do.
Meg was sitting on a fence,
Bob was showing new pence,
When the boy who was so fat said,
Just like that: I have a nail in my po...
Sunday 9th December 2018 11:22 am
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