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Apr 2017
I met a blue budgie
High on a perch
Where are you going
What is your research
The budgie had flown
Out of the window
And now I am totally free
So I ate the little ****
I ateΒ Β it for my tea
Freedom is  so dangerous
You must learn all the rules
I met a blue budgie
Or was it just a fool.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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