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The broken biscuits lay in a tin An ordinary oblong tin With turquoise pattern And pink embossed flowers Gold edged to finish the job. How many times I visited That tin on the middle shelf In the top half of a cupboard, Sawn door, to allow for fridge, And quietly took out the tin. Broken biscuits were my delight All shapes and sizes tasty bites Wafers, bourbon, custard creams Rich tea, digestive all suited me Sometimes fig sandwich, pleased. Love Mary
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Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
A collection of flavours
The broken biscuits lay in a tin An ordinary oblong tin With turquoise pattern And pink embossed flowers Gold edged to finish the job. How many times I visited That tin on the middle shelf In the top half of a cupboard, Sawn door, to allow for fridge, And quietly took out the tin. Broken biscuits were my delight All shapes and sizes tasty bites Wafers, bourbon, custard creams Rich tea, digestive all suited me Sometimes fig sandwich, pleased. Love Mary
Thank you Mum and dad .Love your daughter .
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67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
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