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With my deepest apologies to
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.
How do I love you?
Not now luv the footy's on.
Let me count the ways?
Oh gee mate the footy's on I told ya.
I love you from the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach.
Fair go luv wait 'till the footy's over.
How do I love you?
Not now luv I'm doing the ironing.
Let me count the ways?
Not now I'm doing the ironing I told ya.
I love you from the depth and breath and height
My soul can reach.
Oh ye you didn't say that when ya wus watchin' the footy.
Ken Setter
Sydney
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