Standing at the Servo, just the other day.
my mate called in as oft he does,
just to say gid-day.
soon our conversation turned to that bloody wind.
mind you it rattled rafters,
eve tore off sheets of tin.
Yep it blew his faithful Mare off heat
Twas the tale my mate he told.
Did it blow right up her arse then mate?
The retort from a local old.
Well we laughed and laughed.
Still laughing now,
about that poor ol Grey.
The day she stood and lost her heat.
ITGONDAWINDYDAY.....
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