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Aye gallop the mind in the four-wheeled car to a round about in the London Park of staying be Hinds,

the greats in the lucky warm blackened beers pipe the brew to alleviation of a Well cleaners Token,

to the Moat of the thick Clod with a Thought to the Wanton Style of a Stance with a Working Thorough,

in the Breed of the Caliber to the Pony of Wales the stone jumping Logs in the timbers of Timed,

a 3 Second Flip to a 2nd Whip in a 1 Zero Set!!

Done to the feed in the Hey how You bead in the Tanking of the Billboards in the Bulletin of Trots,

a liquid pour of water more to the compare of Blood and Breeding shored as the Isle of the Keepers,

from the Age of Mere to the Stilts of Crutch it is the Between'ing that Never will be Touched,

by a short version of a Tall Tale in the skirts of the knickers twice to the loop of a Ticketed Tupped!!

Blast off the bury to the stance of a Stag in the Ram of the Buck up the back in a Cupped hardware Ruff,

grim is the nature of the teeth baring grind racking the Spad with a Sigil in a Cad bricker Capped,

fizzling down to the limp of the smashing like that to the Public School thrashing!!

Those chilly tubs of trough waits in the lines of the bare skinned bumps in the gander lots of ah Ha's,

inspected for the buggers that bounce on the tops to the graze of the bottom in a missed big old plop,

to enter the ClassRoom of being Teacher taught as the Professor of boarding in Pickle Lot!!

To the Pub blunt Plug or the Singer in the do goody crowdings of buttering Tell to shut the fuck up,

body language of the Mooning reminds this stash quick to equal the lie as just the Games Whip!!

Steep the Tea in with a Cozy like lead as the Coffee is brewing and the Toast is the Ste of Belief,

in the Leaf of the Grand Ole Oak with Yellow Bellied Bloke!! 

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