There’s nothing left for me Of things that used to be When you deserted me Except some souvenirs; I didn’t want the stuff: It only gathers fluff And I’ve got quite enough Without your souvenirs. Who needs a stuffed giraffe, Disraeli’s photograph, A chap called Bickerstaffe? It leads to complications; I count them every day […]
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