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We empty buckets, knock out bins Delight to see that rotten stuff Tumble down into the skip. Relief we feel that now we have Got rid of all that dross. For years on end 'twas keeping us From reaching our new goals. Our friends next door they visit us And see what we have dumped. But surely there were parts of this Which could have been retained? No, no, we say, good riddance now We're glad to see the end of it A break that’s clean, a start that’s fresh Is what we need to have. The lorry comes, it takes the skip And drives off down the road We go inside and close the door We're pleased the stuff is gone. But then by chance our eyes they meet We stop to think a bit And suddenly we're not so sure We did the proper thing.
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