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A parcel from my Uncle Jim could be short or tall or fat or thin you never knew what lay within. This one was large the paper thick I'm sure at first I heard it tick then it burped or I thought it did there was something written on the lid. My mother said we should take care it could be anything in there there was this noise, a sort of howl like turkeys, followed by a growl Out came streams of purple smoke that smelled a bit like artichoke it put out legs in yellow socks right through the bottom of the box Mum fetched her old and trusty broom and then she chased it from the room down the garden to the shed then she leaned against the door and said I'm having words with Uncle Jim you never know when it comes from him!
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Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 6:09 AM UTC
Uncle Jim
A parcel from my Uncle Jim could be short or tall or fat or thin you never knew what lay within. This one was large the paper thick I'm sure at first I heard it tick then it burped or I thought it did there was something written on the lid. My mother said we should take care it could be anything in there there was this noise, a sort of howl like turkeys, followed by a growl Out came streams of purple smoke that smelled a bit like artichoke it put out legs in yellow socks right through the bottom of the box Mum fetched her old and trusty broom and then she chased it from the room down the garden to the shed then she leaned against the door and said I'm having words with Uncle Jim you never know when it comes from him!
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Feb 24, 2024
Feb 24, 2024 at 6:09 AM UTC
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