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They seemed olivier to thе world about them. One girk was revеaling them all over the place to rounds of bread and
applause. Shocked and mazed I pulled on my rubber stamp heady for the door.
'Do you kindly mind stop shoveing,' a brough voice said.
'Who think you are?' I retired smiling wanly.
'I'm in charge,' said the brough but heavy voice.
'How high the moon?' cried another, and the band began to play.
A coloured man danced by eating a banana, or somebody.
I drudged over hopping to be noticed. He iced me warily saying 'French or Foe'.
'Foe' I cried taking him into jeapardy.
They seemed olivier to thе world about them. One girk was revеaling them all over the place to rounds of bread and
applause. Shocked and mazed I pulled on my rubber stamp heady for the door.
'Do you kindly mind stop shoveing,' a brough voice said.
'Who think you are?' I retired smiling wanly.
'I'm in charge,' said the brough but heavy voice.
'How high the moon?' cried another, and the band began to play.
A coloured man danced by eating a banana, or somebody.
I drudged over hopping to be noticed. He iced me warily saying 'French or Foe'.
'Foe' I cried taking him into jeapardy.
( John Lennon )
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