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A baker on our street could not bake, He could only fish in the nearby rivers and lake, Mum bought his bakery, He bought our old fish factory, Both are happy for God's sake. 28/4/2019
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
Baker (Limerick)
A baker on our street could not bake, He could only fish in the nearby rivers and lake, Mum bought his bakery, He bought our old fish factory, Both are happy for God's sake. 28/4/2019
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
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