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English Poetry
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Written by Lynne
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Sunday, 01 November 2009 00:00 |
Wee Willie Winkie
Traditional
Wee Willie Winkie, running through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Tapping at the window and crying through the lock.
"Are all the children in their beds, it's past eight o'clock?"
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