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The Ballad of Mabel Jubb
Mabel Jubb was a mystic, a deep thinker
She read philosophy, was often miles away
Her house was stacked with learned tomes
That she cherished and revelled in every day
Poor Mabel she was full of good intentions
She signed petitions and gave to the poor
But the lockdown became too much for her
The coastguard found her clothes along the shore
She'd never married tha...
Wednesday 10th June 2020 11:34 am
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