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I ‘m walking backwards across the Pennines You might think that's a very silly stunt But by doing it in this fashion I keep Yorkshire ever to my front I'm walking from Hull to Liverpool It's a long long way it's true But its one of those things That a man's just got to do I'm walking along the motorway By using the hard shoulder And by the time I get there I'll be probably centuries older I've got a sort of backward periscope And I've strapped it to my head So I can see were I'm going When the traffic lights are red I've put my best clothes on All dressed up to the nines For when I'm walking slowly backwards Using M62 to cross the Pennines Vote for this poem
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