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Summer Holiday

We're all going on a summer holiday So sung Cliff in 1963 It all went wrong with Yorkshire's constabulary, Aided and abetted by the BBC Sorted by the judiciary. Some holidays are quiet and peaceful, Some others are loud and intense, Some are taken in luxury hotels Others in wilderness tents Booze and frolics on a summer holiday eating far too much than is good for you takes a month to recover afterwards now fifty weeks until the next one's due with post holiday blues ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo with post holiday blues... ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo having to look at all of you! (c) Ian Diddams 2018

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