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BLACK CABS
MY HOLIDAY
Travelled up upon the train, all was very good
it brought me in to Sheffield, exactly as it should
I got into a big black cab, outside the station door
from there i had a journey, as i'd never had before
The driver was a lunatic, either that or drunk
to make my journey even worse, he positively stunk
The traffic was quite heavy and very very slow
so he drove up on...
Thursday 19th December 2019 12:13 am
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