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The Car Boot
The Car Boot
I am skint.
I need to make a mint
I gathered all my junk.
Barbie’s pink bunk,
Shoes that gave me blisters,
A china doll and her sisters,
Air beds for camping,
A table for revamping.
Some preloved books,
Some for cooks,
Mary Berry full of tips
Slimming World low fat chips.
A cheese board,
I am bored.
An old holiday suitcase,
We’l...
Sunday 22nd July 2018 4:59 pm
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