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Pond District – A poem by Mr. Wilfred Ginge
If it wasn’t for this The one, when we were, Walking up the cliff in Pond District, Where I looked over yonder at the twinkly river Whilst chit chatting with other fluffs. Hark! A mouse! Where? Just there, with flip flops on We spared him his all but tiny life. He scampered down yonder with…