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The moth with hob nailed boots
Every night about half past ten
there's tapping ont window
It's the moth with hob nailed boots
trying to find a weak spot before
he parascends
through shattered glass.
Nowt will keep this tiger away from lamp
He's kitted out with mess tin and webbing
he's all camouflage and clobber
obvious to the untrained eye
that he's been on manoeuvres behind enemy line...
Friday 11th May 2018 1:38 pm
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