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Judy took the silverware, More than thirty pieces; Entered by the front alone, She made it look so easy. She carried off twelve settings, And tongs and butter knives; She covered then with velvet plush To hide from curious eyes. It turned out to be an inside job, A sneak thief in daylight, With more than thirty pieces, Long tarnished in my sight.
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
More Than Thirty Pieces
Judy took the silverware, More than thirty pieces; Entered by the front alone, She made it look so easy. She carried off twelve settings, And tongs and butter knives; She covered then with velvet plush To hide from curious eyes. It turned out to be an inside job, A sneak thief in daylight, With more than thirty pieces, Long tarnished in my sight.
The shine is off the silver too.
francie-lynch
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
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