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The Cage
In the cage
There was no door
She sat for an age
Cross legged, on the floor.
Eating chocolate and cake,
She often felt ill,
With bellyache,
So she would take a pill.
She would drink some wine,
To make her smile,
Saying, “now...
There was no door
She sat for an age
Cross legged, on the floor.
Eating chocolate and cake,
She often felt ill,
With bellyache,
So she would take a pill.
She would drink some wine,
To make her smile,
Saying, “now...
