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The Man with the Black Cap
I see him sometimes at four in the morning
The man with the black cap
He walks his dog,
And apart from a nod
He’s not one for talking
He’s always there at four in the morning
The man with the dog
I guess he’s retired from some early morning job
Now he’s got the time
For walking
Still, it’s a grand time, four in the morning
For a man with a cap and a dog
...Tuesday 18th August 2015 9:27 am
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