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OFFICE BOY the class of summer fifty five left to ply their business lives the office partners just two pens pencils nearly-new clerking the lowest of the low daily drudgery reality soon shone thru' down the cellar my steps did wend scuttle filled fires to tend the 'old man ' yelling 'ere lad chop chop get me baccy from t'corner shop
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