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Jun 2013
He carried a didgeridoo
Then he disappeared
At about half past two.
The moon came into view
Which was very weird.
At lunchtime?
This is very true
The sun was due to shine
At this time
But the man tripped on a pole
And broke his instrument
He had fallen down a hole
Containing very wet cement.
Now as a mark of respect
Please do not laugh
Though I very much suspect
When the remember the time
The man with the didgeridoo
Met with his fate
At exactly half past two.
Written by
cheryl love
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