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I never played with her
Not once did I.
I would not play with her,
Oh no, not I.

She was not old enough,
Too young for me,
And played with dolls and stuff
Not frogs like me.

I had a model train
With coaches red.
I'd be an aeroplane
With arms outspread.

She played for hours at shops
And in her purse
Buttons and bottle tops.
Or as a nurse.

She'd pause beside her dolls
With pretend cries.
In mockery I'd give a cough
And roll my eyes.

She walked her Labrador
Along the street
And I could never more
Her glances meet.

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