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Sixty bottles of water came and landed at my door A very kind gift and someone's bringing more Not a drop of rain for weeks The land is getting dry People whinging everywhere wondering why oh why Michael then dropped by talking about hands how much they don't know He said "Their heads are in the sand" And Maggie gave a print Of some flowers that she painted Wildflowers multicoloured placed into a frame Had some visitors last night a friend and her son bringing another bunch of flowers now five with the other ones Keith went to The Old England a lovely auld-worldy place and he hid under the table just in case
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
Sixty Bottles
Sixty bottles of water came and landed at my door A very kind gift and someone's bringing more Not a drop of rain for weeks The land is getting dry People whinging everywhere wondering why oh why Michael then dropped by talking about hands how much they don't know He said "Their heads are in the sand" And Maggie gave a print Of some flowers that she painted Wildflowers multicoloured placed into a frame Had some visitors last night a friend and her son bringing another bunch of flowers now five with the other ones Keith went to The Old England a lovely auld-worldy place and he hid under the table just in case
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 6:07 AM UTC
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