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Aunty Fanny’s Funeral
Auntie Fanny's funeral day oh my god what a to do
They had all thirty stone of her, all dead for all to view
I never knew she had a mustache little billy said
at that his dad took off his cap and slapped him on his head
When the cortege started off, the back tired on car went pop
forcing all the traffic in Liverpool to come to a stop
Then as if it could not get no worse it and well t...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 11:04 pm
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