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Post by nuttycow on Feb 8, 2008 13:01:17 GMT
With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids all in a row.
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 8, 2008 19:40:05 GMT
Tom Tom the piper's son
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Post by MadMaryPridmore on Feb 9, 2008 6:49:30 GMT
stole a pig
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Post by LucyQuipment on Feb 9, 2008 14:00:42 GMT
and away did
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 9, 2008 15:22:45 GMT
run, The big was eat
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Post by MadMaryPridmore on Feb 10, 2008 8:49:02 GMT
and Tom got
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Post by Froz on Feb 11, 2008 18:08:59 GMT
and Tom was beat
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 11, 2008 20:38:34 GMT
And Tom went rolling down the street.
Old Mother Hubbard
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Post by Froz on Feb 12, 2008 8:11:19 GMT
went to the cupboard
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Post by LucyQuipment on Feb 12, 2008 12:01:51 GMT
to get her
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Post by Froz on Feb 12, 2008 18:43:36 GMT
poor doggie a
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 12, 2008 19:51:12 GMT
bone, When she got
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Post by Froz on Feb 12, 2008 19:56:25 GMT
there, the cupboard
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 12, 2008 20:00:26 GMT
was bare And so
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Post by LucyQuipment on Feb 13, 2008 14:21:34 GMT
the poor doggie
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 13, 2008 16:03:46 GMT
got none.
Wee Willy Winkle
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Post by Froz on Feb 13, 2008 20:13:03 GMT
runs through the
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Post by Ian Flagrante on Feb 13, 2008 20:38:27 GMT
town, upstairs and downstairs,
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Post by Froz on Feb 13, 2008 21:19:16 GMT
in his nightgown
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 13, 2008 21:31:43 GMT
Rapping on the windows
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