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Her Husband Works In Jodrell Bank,

He's Home Late In The Morning,

Had He Been A Lawyer,

He Wouldn't Work For Pennies.

In The Morning I Go Walking,

It Helps The Hurting Soften,

I've Seen A Lot Of Places,

'Cos I Miss Her Very Often.

But I Could Never Work There,

What A Shame That I'm Not Clever,

It's For Men With Horn Rimmed Glasses,

And Four Distinguished A Level Passes.

What Chance So Long Ago,

I Buried Something I Should Know.

Verse And Chapter They Unfurl,

And Sprinkle It Upon The World.

Name It.

Technique !

Their Eyes Don't Fill

With Wonder When You Speak,

And I Loathe The Stilted

Way You Make Me Speak.

Without Recourse To

Lying Distortion Or Cheating.

Technique !

Their Eyes Don't Fill

With Wonder When You Speak,

And I Loathe The Stilted

Way You Make Me Speak.