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Press Release

The organist at St Ann’s Parish Church

Sprightly seventy year old Mrs Birch

Has declared her intention to arrange

A jumble sale at the village hall, Grange.

Mrs Birch, who resides on Naylor Street

Is tired of the rain gathering at her feet

As she plays the organ in old St Ann’s

By the noticeboard where they post the banns.

A hole in the roof in need of repair

Is the cause of the old lady’s despair

If it rains while she plays those Sunday hymns

Drips run down her neck and her ardour dims.

The cash that is needed to patch that hole

Can’t be found – vicar blames the price of coal

Hence the need for massive sales of jumble

To effect a halt to St Ann’s crumble.

Mrs Birch is asking for donations

Do tell your neighbours, friends and relations

To leave all jumble by the vestry door

Then attend the sale and purchase plenty more.

Sarah Miller Walters

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