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When I was a kid dogs ran free There were dogfights Chow-chow and Bonzo On Mackie Hill I used to fall a lot My knees were always skinned Little girls wore skirts Whistling women and crowing hens Come to bad ends Gramma said, O Anima, animus I dreamt of her last night And brushed my hair 100 times (I'd visit her if she were here) She told me to each night There was terror Lest we forget The boys tied a donkey In the path of the lava/slag They dumped each night From the copper mine Which killed Bill.

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