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Jul 2014
......and all I got was sheep
all night jumping on my head
... I couldn't keep up the count
so gave bed up as a bad job....
stood in the first glimmerings....
waiting for the cockerel to yodel
... I wasn't disappointed ....
Written by
nivek
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