We tried digging tunnels but gave up the ghost just past the Kensington yards at the most.
Our limbs was aching, we felt pretty pooped and our clothes they was tatty, our arrows did droop.
So we crawled back to safety, our hearts filled with gloom 'Cos we'd dug ourselves through
to the smallest of rooms.

Toilet humour?

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to keep me in style. Soggy old cakes and hundreds of files.

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"Deep inside, you cry cry cry
Dont let your hopes die die die..."


Violet

what Violet is on about?