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Girl in the Spotty Dress
Little girl in the spotty frock,
Did she love you then or not?
What did you do to make it change?
Why were you so very strange?
Why did you not do as you're told?
Always needed an extra scold.
Never behaved at home or school,
Always the one who acts the fool.
Never able to conform,
Always the one full of scorn.
Still the girl in the spotty frock?
Does...
Monday 3rd July 2017 3:30 pm
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