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smallstepsmadpotepotriemantheartfulcodgerscogterransvoice
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I'm sick of this twisted English
Never meaning what it says
No medals for plain speaking
Ever awarded these days.

Free Cash the machine said
But it turned out to be a skank
Later on that week the B's
Took it back from my bank.

Diverted traffic this sign said
So I followed the direction around
Just a queue of angry motorist
And of diversions not a sound

This door is alarmed it says
For god's sake give it a pill
Who wants to always walk
Through doors that are ill

An automatic washing machine
So the price goes up a quarter
But it ain't automatic because you
Add powder, power and water

They must think we are idiots
The language tricks they try
But I suspect we are the idiots
'cos we still go out and buy.







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