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Fun 81

Rating: 5.0

One trip a year is enough
Trisha shouts through wet ears
Her candyfloss lips go on and on
The front seat on the ghost train is free
But i will leave that for the old gent
He was 81 last Friday
No fuss was made
His wife ran off with a window cleaner from Chester
Trisha looks at me
Through wet eyes

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