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Off to the Bookies

Off to The Bookies I’m off to the bookies To lay down a bet Of when I will receive A text from you next I reckon February A courtesy ‘hi’ Happy birthday dad Well I know that’s a lie The two to one fav Well that has to be May You’re low on funds And it’s your birthday Two days before How are you? I sent some money And off you flew. My granddaughter’s birthday A text to astound You didn’t reply When I sent twenty pound December you inform me I’ve bought all my gifts Mine’s conspicuously missing But I let it drift. I send a ton Thank you so much For another five months You’ll be out of touch. David Cox 01/01/24

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