As I was going to St. Ive (pronounced ‘Eve’)

Posted on February 23, 2020 by | Leave a comment

As I was going to St. Ive

(pronounced ‘Eve’)

I met a met a man whose name was St.eve,

he told me that he wouldn’t leave

(but not what or where he wouldn’t leave)

and it was then that he told me

that his name was St.eve.

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