Do you want to read this ditty
about a girl who came from,
the city.
Her name doesn't really matter,
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Ha ha ha! ! Yep, 'e was a right 'eadcase, this girl's old man, weren't 'e? Got banged to rights in the end though, didn'e? Glad to 'ear it. And Sylv, get a loada this: I lived in Plaistow until I was 20. This poem has special meaning for me. See ya la'er! Warm regards, Gina.
Darling Rose Princess: You well know I don't SPEAK more than two or three words of Cockney (foreign language to me) but I surely got the jist of this one. Good for the toffs who threw him into the barrow! He deserved it! Scarlett
Dear Sylvia, I don't know the original story but this one was full of imagery.Love Duncan