WITH THNKS TO KEATS FOR THE IINSIRATION of - Song about myself
There was a naughty boy And a naughty boy was he For nothing would he do but scribble poetry: he took up his pen again&again with never a doubt inside his head ideas did shout Why was this so No-one did know For like Topsy they just seemed to grow!
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