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There was a young lady, Called Mrs McCoy. Who went to the shop To pick up a new toy. The chap at the counter Lost all of his banter, When in her handbag It started to deploy. I know what your thinking And I've not been drinking. It was only a rocket, For her little boy.

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Date: 11/19/2020 4:59:00 PM
G’day Simon … ah yes, she’ll quickly see smirks turn to relief - thanks for the giggle Simon - Lindsay
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Simon Hamill
Date: 11/19/2020 5:39:00 PM
Your welcome.thanks for your comment.take care.simon.: )
Date: 11/19/2020 5:33:00 AM
ha ha wonder if he went red in the face, I was thinking rocket too, ahem! lol, funny Limerick Simon, Emilia : )
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Date: 11/19/2020 5:42:00 AM
So was I when I wrote it.lol.by the way, morning to you, afternoon to me.your up early.have a good day.simon.: )