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September 6, 2014

 

 

He was normal as nine pence,

wi’ a full tuppence change.

Tho’ the tanner in his hand,

he would have to exchange,

 

or press button B

like a fruit machine hit,

to collect a few coppers,

and a thre’penny bit.

 

He was rich wi’ a florin,

and king wi’ ‘alf a crown.

but the farthings were heavy,

and weighed his pant’s down.

 

 

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