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Judy Finnigan sat defiantly at the gates of the palace. "All ye shall repent for this injustice!" came her morbid refrain.
'Cheer up love' said a cockney pigeon, 'it might never appen'.
But then, there's always hope for the destitute. Or is there. Just then, 5 pteradcactyls came a-swoopin' down and played "Wee dawgie!" until everyone smelled like pasties.
Despite this noone new where the beards had come from.
How the wind doth gloat in my ear, bout a fair maiden who
quitely like to butcher old people's dogs.
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Harold Bishop
Elephant Glitter