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25/ Cherry, bell, cherry

She didn’t stop for long;
I’m at a table smoking,
up and back to the fruit machine.
Cherry, bell, cherry.
Bell, cherry, lemon.

Author Paddy SummerfieldPosted on February 11, 2017January 8, 2017Categories Down the Place

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