My mother gave me a shilling
I went with it to the shop
the clouds gathered and it started raining
I stood under a bus stop
the rain continued to batter without stopping
I returned home in a hop
I still have that shilling
in memory of mother.
I went with it to the shop
the clouds gathered and it started raining
I stood under a bus stop
the rain continued to batter without stopping
I returned home in a hop
I still have that shilling
in memory of mother.
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