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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Poem number 6 |
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![]() GROUP 4 Dear Love Faries Splish Splash Coo Coo Chin Rats Anti Dog Hayman Chow Bellaman Packer Peggy Hill Ordinary People Arthur Lady Brown Chickins Pidgeons The New Car Daisy Crocodile City Albert Dog Gone Protection of Moths Doobery Bird |
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![]() Fairies The dripping taps That make it rain, Are turned on by the fairies, They all have macks And plastic hats, And little yellow wellingtons, Not all fairies Like the rain And some of them They do complain, But no one minds They don't get cross, That's what makes them fairies. Tony |
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