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It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring,
He went to bed and he bumped his head and he didn’t get up ’til the morning.
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One evening I was riding the metro home when a guy got into the car with some used books to sell. A man sitting across the aisle from me asked to see them. 1,705 more words
First off I’d like to whole-heartedly thank my dear colleagues Eva Hänsel and Michael Westphal for their support and effort. Both are experts on Caribbean English varieties and helped with this song’s analysis. 923 more words