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a dear old man's sudden demise.
Submitted:Aug 15, 2011 Reads: 11 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
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Mr .Yill.
Dear old Mr. Yill,
Suddenly he became very ill.
So he went to the doctor did Mr. Yill,
Where he got a tincture and a pill.
He didn’t improve it must be said,
Now poor old Mr. Yill is dead.
His family gathered for the reading of the will,
They never realised he was so ill.
They and I miss him still,
Dear old, poor old Mr. Yill.
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