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early learner

befriended by the builders

a building site next door

they gave her little jobs to do

although she's only four

 

when friday came,they even gave

her wages for the week

foreman smiled at sophie's joy

and tweaked her rosie cheek

 

off she went, to spend her pay

there was no way of stopping

a working girl with hard earned cash

so mummy took her shopping

 

hello mr sweetshop man

i've got cash to spend

been grafting with my muckers

an real job,....not pretend

 

are you working monday?

he passed her pick and mix

aye! if those wankers from jewson

bring the ******* bricks

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Mar 26, 2010
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