The Ballboy
¶ 1
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On my birthday
I felt a tingle of pure joy
I was told my wish was granted
I was to be a match ball boy
The crowd all clapped and cheered
As I ran on to the pitch
I was worn out when I got halfway
But that’s because I’m sixty six
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