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I wondered lonely as a cloud,
But my thoughts were aloud,
And my cloud a brown shroud.

Gas gas! mustard gas!
I can't fit this jelly in an old mans Glass.

I've got four shoes,
You've got three,
That makes two of us,
And one legged Pete.

Everyday you look at me as if i don't exist,
Well that's because me eyes fell out,