Poem for George

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One day I wrote a poem for you

And you stuck it to the bottom of your shoe

You walked around Croydon for nights on end

Until the words in the poem were all worn out

In summer I saw you, gave you a shout:

Is that the poem I wrote you? Did you hate it so?

No, no, you said. I just took it all around

For I liked it and wanted it to cover much ground!

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