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LETTERS 55
She's one to choose the dainties, the maid that's gone on Bill.
Oh : Kensington for neatness; it packs its parcels well,
Though Bow is always bulky it isn't quite as swell,
But here there's no distinction 'twixt Kensington and Bow,
We're comrades in the dug-out, all equals in the dug-out,
We're comrades in the dug-out and fight a common foe.
Here comes the ration party with tins of bully
stew— " Clear off your ration party, we have no need
of you ; |
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