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SPAM
When I was young, I wanted ham
But my old mum
gave me spam, spam, spam
She gave me so much spam
I couldn’t taste the bread
For spam lay on my stomach
Like dull and heavy lead
If I complained too much
She’d sing the old refrain
About starving kids in Africa
Where spam clouds never rained
Where ham was never heard of
And they had no spam...
Friday 7th January 2011 5:24 pm
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