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Aug 2015
I never travelled to St. Ives,
I met no man,
no seven wives and as
for pieman it's all lies man.

I saw no crooked man
no crooked mile,
no
Red Riding Hood,
no
Hansel,
no Gretel
no gingerbread house and no
sign of the wood,
no big bad wolf
no fat little pigs,
no Pooh Bear either
no bridge
no twigs.

It was as it was because that's how it is.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
382
   Sumina Thapaliya and NV
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