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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

 

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