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Little Tommy, little Tommy, Get out of my way, Trring, trring,goes my red bike, Where are you off to with your bag of books. Sweet granny, sweet granny, Get out of my  way, Trring, trring, goes my red bike, Where are you off to with your cane and false teeth. Mr.Brown, Mr. Brown, Get out of my way, Trring, trring, goes my red bike, Where are you off to with your brief case and umbrella. Naughty Johnny,naughty Johnny, Get out of my way, Honk,honk ,here comes my big blue van, Down the hill as fast as it can, Where are you off to with your red bike.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
My Red Bike
Little Tommy, little Tommy, Get out of my way, Trring, trring,goes my red bike, Where are you off to with your bag of books. Sweet granny, sweet granny, Get out of my  way, Trring, trring, goes my red bike, Where are you off to with your cane and false teeth. Mr.Brown, Mr. Brown, Get out of my way, Trring, trring, goes my red bike, Where are you off to with your brief case and umbrella. Naughty Johnny,naughty Johnny, Get out of my way, Honk,honk ,here comes my big blue van, Down the hill as fast as it can, Where are you off to with your red bike.
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72/F/Tanzania
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 9:34 AM UTC
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