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A Ghost Of Christmas Past
Granda's slouched
In his fave comfy chair
A Christmas cracker party hat
Hides his four strands of hair
His wife always said:
'Get the buggers cut!'
But he wasn't quite ready
To be a total baldy nut!
He wishes she was here now
Nagging at full pelt:
'If ye eat or drink one more thing,
yer gonna burst your belt!'
And Sophie's eyes sparkle
L...
Friday 11th December 2020 2:22 pm
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