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Frances May

Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents
Frances May
Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents

Band

Strumming our guitars
to the wrong fecking beat
Singing out of tune
Tapping our bare feet

Then comes the chorus
I start to chant quite loud
You get up and dance
and thank our imaginary crowd
Frances May
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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May Namoc 04 December 2008
-claps- i'll be part of that imaginary crowd. good short piece. great job.
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