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There was a young man from Dunoon, who fancied a trip to the moon, he built himself a rocket, took the touch paper from his pocket, now he's orbitting - Glesga toun! |
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Hello Brian,
This poem is no doubt encouraged by the firework that are banging all over the place just now. No a bad poem/ limerick.
Cheers
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