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Jubilee
Uplifting to see,
The Queen' s Jubilee.
The old songs were sung,
The church bells were rung.
The poor and elites
Had parties in streets.
Come rain or come sun,
The people had fun;
They guzzled their cakes
And Cadbury's flakes,
They'd caper and jig
Beside Peppa Pig,
Becoming, through play,
Like children, all day.
Monday 6th June 2022 3:31 pm
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