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Tatie Poems - Poems about Tatie


The Frying Game
...Young Albert Andrews thought he would Help his dad to peel the spuds Switched on the machine just didn’t linger To check that he had removed his finger The machines set off at a fair old zip Ca......

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Categories: tatie, business, father son, fish,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry