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Twelve Million.

The grand ole duke of york.
He had twelve million pound.
He give it all away.
To make sure guilty he would not be found.
But we all know he’s as guilty as sin.
And knew the court case he would not win.
His mother was not amused.
Because for something wrong her son was accused.
So they used money to make his bad deed disappear.
That did fill his dear mother with cheer.
I do hope it’s not tax payers money.
Because this family live in a land of overflowing milk and honey.
The grand ole duke of lies.
Is a greedy spoilt predator in disguise.

 

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Terry Reeves

Hi William,
Great - how much could you pay
to avoid prison?
Are you Bill or Will?
Regards,
Terry.

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