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Apr 2018
Three blind mice
One on dope
So thee other two shot him
Now they can't cope
A problem occurs
The end you cannot see
Two don't work its always
Better with three.
Rivers become seas
Without the banks and trees
I cannot cope when it's me me,
Three hands on a clock while it's telling time
Two little mices now swinging for their crime,
Troublesome
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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