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Amazing it was what Grandad would do with a drop of oil or a bit of glue Stopped watches, sticking locks Faulty switches, zips on breeches Kettles that wouldn't sing Bells that wouldn't ring He'd say let me have a look  my dear Touch the pencil behind his ear Adjust his specs, stick out his tongue And in a jiff it was mended and done But now he's not here to save us from sin Anything broken goes straight in the bin
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
Grandad
Amazing it was what Grandad would do with a drop of oil or a bit of glue Stopped watches, sticking locks Faulty switches, zips on breeches Kettles that wouldn't sing Bells that wouldn't ring He'd say let me have a look  my dear Touch the pencil behind his ear Adjust his specs, stick out his tongue And in a jiff it was mended and done But now he's not here to save us from sin Anything broken goes straight in the bin
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 10:52 AM UTC
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