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Jun 2016
The strangest geezer in town
Was this bloke who hated brown.
He never stepped on any dirt,
Or got gravy stains on his shirt.
He couldn’t drink any beer or bitters
And couldn’t look down the loo when he had squitters.
The only friends he could make were clowns,
‘Cause those freaky ******* never wear brown!
Hatred of a colour? Where's the sense in that?
Richard Leavesley
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Richard Leavesley  Smethwick
(Smethwick)   
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