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May 2015
My heart was broke up on Primrose Hill.
Her heart was broke by the pier.
I took her name off my boat like a pill.
Ellie May, I been wrong, you hear?

Back at the Blue Bell, my heart became near.
A stroke of luck that could ****,
Alone I won't be, we went back to the Hill,
To tell Granny who's in charge around here.
Andrew Tinkham
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Andrew Tinkham  USA
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