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Tip toe time
Whatever you've done today
It doesn't matter now, the sign states
its time for a parade
for the tiny tippy tappers to escapade
You've seen the sights
Blinded by all the flashing lights
You've filled the senses with a pungent repulse
Tollerated the tube and the intolerance
Now you're back to the place of dreams
Where walls and ceilings go bump in the night
H...
Wednesday 24th July 2024 10:28 am
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