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OUR STREET

Theres a pub on the corner
A shop across the way
A patch of grass and monkey bars
Were the children play

No ball games signs
They still play ball
Neighbours don't really mind at all

Neighbourhood watch man two doors from the end
And his little dog his bestest friend

The polish lady who's always knitting
On her step a cat's always sitting

The tie dye artist always covered in paint
Shes the communal nanny with patience of a saint

Then Mrs tidy pants who's spotlessly neat

Everyone's welcome in our street

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◄ THE CHOSEN GRAIN

TIMES TWO ►

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