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My street, horseshoe-shaped lucky me!
Once worst place, anyone could live,
Nigh on everything was adlib.
Street's arms pointed north, as should be,
the right way when hung on a wall.
Keeping luck sake so it can't fall.
Happy days, children, one, two, three.
Kirk, Kirsty, a year apart, fun!
Then some years past Naomi come.
The luckiest we still agree,
three times near...
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