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Apr 2017
Ghostly goings on in my underpants
Where me found ****** sycophants
Brown little creepers with longish tongue
Ghosties have got me by the ghoulies
Somehow it doesn't seem wrong.
Natures little crawlers rising to the top
If they don't release my ghoulies
There all be for the chop
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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   Ryan Holden
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