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You have found a lovely hand sized sculpture of Mary.
And immediately you find an affinity with her.
Mary.
Your favourite nursery rhyme at the present.
But you haven't yet quite got the words right.
And as inappropriate as it is to record this, I must.
Here is 'your' version of Mary, Mary quite contrary:
"Mehwee, Mehwee, cock 'n' sherry,
How does your garden gwow?
Wid silver bewls and cockle shewls
And pitty maids all in a woe"
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