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don’t shout at cows ( some piffle )

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the toast has flown

the hittites have fled

when wednesday fell

so thursday's brown bread

then friday came

& torched down the shed

so marmalade

is clutching at shreds


the gatling's jammed

the milkman is dead

the eggs are vile

& scrambled our heads

it's all my fault

the jenny wren said

don't shout at cows

shout at me instead

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