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![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Poem number 96 |
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![]() GROUP 1 Zoom Millipedes Polly James Mr Brown Camels Sloth Armadillo What To Do My Bat With Love Cool Cat Cauliflowers Coblers Wheels Quarry Tars |
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![]() Millipedes A million millipedes milling round Dancing circles on the ground, Marching, dancing, jumping, stamping, Making just a frightful sound, Milling up and milling down They make a millipedic sound, I wish they'd stop, it stop it now, And take a millie million bow. Tony |
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