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Chelp
Chelp
So
Like
He did everything backards-road round
Put on his coit
And pulled his hat on his eead
Washed his face wi’a wet dish-claht
And I’m like Whatever
Kids were art laiking
Mucking abart
Ran off darn a ginnel
Roobub pie
Waiting back at home
Some spice afore then
A ha’porth’a Spanish
Wash it darn
Wi’a sup er watter
...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:09 am
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