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Umbrella

The Umbrella It was a rainy sort Of afternoon, when I crossed The bridge didn`t notice Half it was missing. Held on to my brolly when I fell Parachuted landed on a barge. They needed a deckhand. The sea was a black mirror, the cook Was artistic and pissed we only had Bacon butties that day I gave the collapsible canopy to the first mate It was green and covered In seagull droppings

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