well,
well,
now if i had a hammerif i were a carpenter or
if i were king of the forest (
a jungle v.i.p.)
i could it is true
get a message to you
without much fuss
and with little ado
but as i am now
just a
grandfather clocki'll sit with my ticks
and my irregular tock
dreaming of Hawaiiand some
trouser rolled rock rock on
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*actually the starfish seems to be out to lunch, ach well.
thanks as ever to all the repair men
and to rebecca, JC and
michaeland
mark (always a gentleman)