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Her husband works in Jodrell Bank, he's home late in the morning,



had he been a lawyer, he wouldn't work for pennies.



In the morning I go walking, it helps the hurting soften,



I've seen a lot of places, 'cos I miss her very often.



But I could never work there, what a shame that I'm not clever,



it's for men with horn rimmed glasses, and four distinguished "A Level" passes.



What chance so long ago, I buried something I should know.



Verse and chapter they unfurl, - and sprinkle it upon the world. Name it.



Technique !



Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,



and I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.



Without recourse to lying distortion or cheating.



Technique !



Their eyes don't fill with wonder when you speak,



and I loathe the stilted way you make me speak.