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| Thank Heavens For Denchy!! Contributed by S.Horthair ([email protected]) on 11/09/00 17:50:50 | |
| The Sun in the heavens was beaming; The Breeze bore an odour of hay, My flannels were spotless and gleaming, My heart was unclouded and gay; The ladies all gaily apparelled, Sat round looking on at the match, In the tree-tops the dicky birds carolled, All was peace 'till I bungled that catch! Fortunately, the boy Dench caught Junior Maxwell So in my case, all's well that ends well! | |
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| Comment from O.c.too ([email protected]) on 14/09/00 08:58:33 Good to see that poetry is still flourishin' at the old alma mater. In my day we had to compose it on bog walls, not on namby-pamby websites! | |
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