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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Poem number 107 |
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![]() GROUP 2 Dimble Bean Weevil The Umble Fly Keeper Weeper LocksmithQuinn Mr Smith Water Frog are Flys Wellingtons Fairy Queens Clockwork Pig Snark By the Way Mr Jackson Manderin Duck Farming Suddenly Summers Day Rivers |
![]() Water The water came down In gigantic great showers, Down from the clouds For hundreds and hours, The water was splashing The water was wet, The water was wetter Than wet can get, It soaked down my wellies It got up my mack, It even splashed Got under my hat, Running or standing Or hiding in trees, I had to accept I was bound to be wet. Tony |
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