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††††††††† Kimís Petrol††† †††††© John Birch 2018.
††††††††† Perhaps you heard about a guy called Kim.
††††††††† Kim was a hairy gorilla I once met. Bit over the top. Sort of got to, got to, got to.††††††††††††††††††††††††† †††††††††††††
††††††††† Any way Kim ran in to a bit of a problem. A lot of much stronger guys, told him he had to sit ††††
††††††††† over there. And he did.
††††††††† Petrol you know. Too expensive. Terrible. Terrible. Terrible.
††††††††† Reminded me of a doctor I once met. Esteemed fellow. Big even.
††††††††† He took a tumble. Landed himself in to a jail cell. All sorts of bother. Profound.
††††††††† Poor old fellow. He had to work on the sniffles and sneezes. Couldnít even make ends meet.
††††††††† Slight problem. No patients. Nukes at the door. You got it.
††††††††† But what could he do?
††††††††† The answer. Simply, NOTHING!!!