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Parcels Island
Do not send parcels to... Parcels Island.
They will be sent right back.
No one's there, 'cept a man and his dog,
And they live in a shack.
Do not send money to... Money Island.
It will be sent right back.
No one's there 'cept a baby in a cradle.
She's missing mum so black.
Do not send love to... The Love Island,
But keep the whole lot to yourself.
Then you won't cry when you're not a bride
And left there on the shelf.
7/12/2016
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