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4d
I’m Still running,
Running
Up the track,
Being **** scared
Never looking
Back.
Stations to the
Left of me,
Stations to the
Right
Still I’m running
All through
The ****** night.
See
I was sitting
On the
Pub wall
Drinking
Lots of cider,
Then out of a
Tree
Came a
ten ton
Spider.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
45
   Jeremy Betts
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