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orthopaedic shoes ( a p o e m z )
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strolling a song in the muddle of the morn baa bleat the cows & a moo from all the ewes stringing along with y' vest & dressing gown toothpaste's the stain on y' tartan painted trews smiles from the town on a yokel-local lane still sits the wind so the miller blows a fuse autumn's in spore as a buzzard boars the sky holes in the soles of y' orthopaedic shoes ...