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I’ll not be needing one today I heard the lady say In fact I think I have one left I bought the other day Not that I couldn’t have a spare And keep it in the shed But likely I’d forget it So leave it, like I said I quite agree it won’t go bad They keep for ages these Even had one for a month But that was in deep freeze Now Mrs Evans down the road Says Harold’s had his eight Though take that with a pinch of salt She always did exaggerate Alright, go on, I’ll take one then No doubt it will come in In fact I might as well have three And keep them in a tin I hope I’m not delaying you By holding up the queue Now, what else was I wanting? Ah yes, I know, two tins of stew. |
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