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Miss Bo peep

The darkly wood The air there good Wild sounds posing As the cold black curtains closing Bat and magpie sleepy sleep Dreaming of little miss Peep

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A Not my king story

A horse and guard stand for an hour Whilst idiot people pose Getting as close to the horse of course Close to its poor nose The stench of sweaty idiots Is enough to make you puke The horse is clearly … Continue reading

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