Teresa Green
Stood very still,
In the middle of a field,
Slightly moving with the breeze,
It was time
To turn over a new leaf
Nosmo King
Took his last drag,
Stubbornly stubbing
Annette Curtain
Stood in front of the window,
In her lace dress
Duane Pipe
Drank many pints of water,
His language was straight from the gutter
Phil McCann
Was a corporal,
He'd make sure the lad's
Jerrycan's were full
Please don't get me wrong,
I'm only
Joe King
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
Teresa Green
Stood very still,
In the middle of a field,
Slightly moving with the breeze,
It was time
To turn over a new leaf
Nosmo King
Took his last drag,
Stubbornly stubbing
Annette Curtain
Stood in front of the window,
In her lace dress
Duane Pipe
Drank many pints of water,
His language was straight from the gutter
Phil McCann
Was a corporal,
He'd make sure the lad's
Jerrycan's were full
Please don't get me wrong,
I'm only
Joe King
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