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Apr 2010
How many were going to St Ives? 
Were the cats in sacks alive?
Who cares if every one arrived?
For the greatest riddle I derive
Is how on earth, do you surmise,
that poor man coped with seven wives?
Written by
Chris
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     jeacole, Atalanta Undigested and ---
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