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I had a friend Thirty years ago He had nowt Didn't have two ha'pennys to rub together Managed to get himself A little Handcart He went round Collecting all old newspapers Day and night he toiled Seven days a week And twice on Sunday To one day make his fortune And do you know what he's worth today? NOTHING! And he still owes for the handcart.
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Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
A counterpoint to Jan Oskar Hansen's fine poem about handcarts as told by Norman Stanley Fletcher.
I had a friend Thirty years ago He had nowt Didn't have two ha'pennys to rub together Managed to get himself A little Handcart He went round Collecting all old newspapers Day and night he toiled Seven days a week And twice on Sunday To one day make his fortune And do you know what he's worth today? NOTHING! And he still owes for the handcart.
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Jun 5, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
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