.
I spoke to the dentist
As I left his chair,
And to an old man,
Scurrying through the park;
I listened to the song
Of a fluttering skylark.
After that I went home,
And watched pretty girls
Dancing on TV.
Where, oh where
Is the pretty girl for me?
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Thursday, 6 May 2010
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