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monkeys tripsi once went to the monkey house on top of up on hill i took along a dozen eggs with yokes all set to kill we travelled on the rossmore flyer up and down those hills through alder road and monkeys hump you could hear those jingly tills the weather it was wet and cold with puddles for to splash the yokels all spoke durzet twang the chattering did last the gypsy kids were chavys then there were sherwoods all in line i thought i saw the regal flicks had a neat woodbine Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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