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Queues

Jimmy would stand in queues

he had nothing better to do

it helped him pass the time

busier than any church pew

 

he might pick the odd pocket

at girls rubbing and grinning

on Saturday go to confession

confess to a vicar his sinning

 

mam told him to wrap up warm

made sandwiches for his belly

strange folk he met in queues

impatient grown up and smelly

 

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