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Poet's corner; Jumping Jack.

There was a man who could not stand still Who chatted away with a voice quite shrill, He worked and talked as he jumped around Like a jumping Jack, feet rarely on the ground. He served at a market, sold vegetables all day, As he leapt up and down he traded away, He sold all his vegetables on the hoof, It's a wonder they did not hit the roof. His customers knew him and waited in line, Till he caught their eye and this was a sign, He would serve them up in a lively way, Then they went away quite dizzily would say.

June Kiernan, Ivybridge Road, Styvechale.
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Title Annotation:Features
Publication:Coventry Evening Telegraph (England)
Date:Dec 7, 2013
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