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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Poem number 63 |
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![]() GROUP 3 Tom and Clarea Labradors Jacqueline Fees Wet Jeremy Tring Barr Octopus Cheering an Elephant Twigs Pig Sleep Tight London Train Fillerby Ching A Cold La Bird Windy Day |
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![]() Labradors. Labradors adore the fuss They get from silly folk Like us, We take them walks We feed them too, We wash them In the bath we do, And all they do For all the fuss, Is get their shaggy Hair on us, They bark at night And mess the house, They dig the lawn And chew the chairs, Do we care We stroke their chin, Labradors They always win, And reairly do Adore the fuss, They gat from silly folk Like us. Tony |
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