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Pram Girl
I saw a thin bloke in the street
Beating a girl pushing a pram
Her wrist was in plaster.
He went limp when I grabbed him
And hopped it so
I took her across the road to a pub to recover where
A woman with ginger hair helped,
A former social worker,
After the pram wheeled away we had a drink and
Agreed to meet.
Its been six months now and being on tablets
She has moo...
Thursday 7th May 2020 10:47 am
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