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March 14, 2013

 

 

We once came down Prettywood Hill,

with our parents in their Morris Eight,

when a tyre rolled by in front of us,

making us brake to keep the car straight.

 

‘Some poor bugger’s lost a tyre’, Dad said,

as our car swerved this way and that,

before suddenly tipping up on one side, 

when in a ‘three wheeler’, we knew we were sat!

 

 

 

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