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Around the world in a bathtub (Scenes from childhood)
by Anne Howe
There was a bog, with a log where we used to play
How a tin bath got there,
it's hard to say
But, standing still, we sailed to many lands
Almost lost shoes and hankies in the old quick sands
Perilously perching,
there on the spot
We'd sail all day
But always home in time for tea.
11/12/2001 Posted on 11/12/2001
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