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Aug 2018
I brought a gnu without a paddle
I wish l knew I brought a gnu
I would have purchased a saddle.
Tickle be mum with a soft white feather
While all dressed up in all black weather.
the canoe and I decided to dream
Of milkshake and Bombay duck,
That's why in the scheme of things
I think I'm all out of luck.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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