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Nov 2024
The stars shone bright
This was to be the night
Trees we’re whistling
It Seemed so right
Making love I got
All in a dither
She gave a cough
And her leg dropped of
And floated down the river
Didn’t  know wether to
Carry on or stop
So I took her home
Hopperty hop.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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