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Dec 2014
He mows the lawn and scatters
The clippings on the ground
And I don't think  it matters
If they mess up all around.

For He is the Naked Groundsman
And He mows the lawns all bare
(But in the depths of winter
In His dead mum's underwear).

Amen.
Edna Sweetlove
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Edna Sweetlove  London
(London)   
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     Kendra Mack, --- and Edna Sweetlove
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