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Subject: A poem by Pam Ayers
At last, we have a cure for all!
Ailments large and ailments small,
Good health is not beyond my reach,
If I inject myself with bleach.
Radiant, I'll prance along,
Every trace of limescale gone,
With disinfectant as my friend,
Like him,
I'm clean around the bend.
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Graham Whistler