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Bah thi eck it looks a seet Deawn yon Shuttle street. Chances of gerr'in it clean is rayther slim, Wi only one sweeper. Likkle Jim. ...... It's funny it's not made im bitter, Eaw folk keep clodd'in deawn ther litter. Burr he just keeps goo'in from yer to yer. Mind thi. Thats wot they pay im fer. ...... Walkin deawn at mornin . After Sunday neet. Tha wants to see awt papper. It dunt orf look a seet. Eshpeshly if it's windy, Mekin it look wuss. Burr it neyer bothers Jimmy. Yo neyer ere im cuss. ...... He just plods on from day to day, Wi his spade un likkle brush, Goo'in alung at an even pace, An neyer in a rush. It's " Mornin Mary, Eawt goo'in on Bob." Un then he gets his yed deawn. Un carries on wit job.
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