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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Poem number 33 |
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![]() Camels When Camels Are under the sun, They may have A yawn, They may have A run, They may have A sleep, Or lay in a Heap, Or simply do Nothing At all, What ever They do It simply Is true, Camels Have got The hump. Tony |
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