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Apr 21
all the hops were picked by the hop
pickers in Kent, yep, that's where they went
and I was left with only a skip and a jump
it's no wonder that I've got the ****,
but at least I understand why.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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