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What We Do
What We Do
For Paul
Writers write and painters paint but artists don’t art
and musicians don’t mu.
Bikers bike and drivers drive, blimps go limp
but coupes don’t coup.
Coiffeurs coif, hairdressers dress hair,
but nail techs don’t nail techs (or perhaps they do).
Fighters fight, professors at times profess
but hatters don’t hat and surgeons don’t surge.
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Saturday 14th October 2017 2:53 pm
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