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The teacups are out, The biscuit jar is open, The trolley is full to push down the hallway, Into the lounge room, To sit together and spend some time, I really liked my Nanna's kitchen, Reminds me of them happy times.
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
Nanna's Kitchen
The teacups are out, The biscuit jar is open, The trolley is full to push down the hallway, Into the lounge room, To sit together and spend some time, I really liked my Nanna's kitchen, Reminds me of them happy times.
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25/F/Mount Gambier, South Aust
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 4:28 AM UTC
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