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Feb 2010
at the bottom of the garden there lives a little gnome underneath a toad stool a place that he calls home
late at night he wonders in amongst the flowers wandering round the garden passing by the hours
he must be awful lonely roaming on his own and as the morning comes he turns back into stone.
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william worthless
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