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Poetry Day

It's poetry day today,

I'm sat in the pub

with Big Fat Al,

were having a pint or ten, of the

cream of Manchester.

 

We have just got our social and now

were in the Ladys Garter

what a lovely place to be,were

thinking of writing poetry

but getting pissed instead.

 

◄ On a Winters Shore

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