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When
Mike Stools
When skies are dark and clouds are grey,
When winds purloin the new mown hay,
When rain beats down on hill and vale,
And oaks bow in the raging gale,

When thunder roars its fearsome ire,
When lightning strikes the chapel spire,
When darkness falls and all looks grim,
It's time to bring the washing in.


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