Two rounds, she’d push a cart
full of tart;
Shakes and delight
for the Workers’ heart,
For those times they’d catch her.
Two rounds, down the lower floors
she’d push,
Supposed by those
Two rounds, she’d push a cart
full of tart;
Shakes and delight
for the Workers’ heart,
For those times they’d catch her.
Two rounds, down the lower floors
she’d push,
Supposed by those
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